[It's been... Toshinori can't even remember how long it's been since he's woken up with someone like this, wrapped up close and warm together without a care in the world. Because that's how it feels, when he first stirs-- the world will come crashing back down in a few moments, but those first few moments of conscious are nothing but comfortable and peaceful, with Aizawa here and nothing else.
But, ah, there's reality creeping back in; he hurts all over, and Aizawa has to get up and go to work... and something prickling at the back of his mind, bad dreams he can't recall to the letter already but that he knows were there. Hmm.
First things first, anyway: trying to get to the shower with minimal error. He pulls back just enough to rub his good hand over his face and give Aizawa a sleepy smile.]
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But, ah, there's reality creeping back in; he hurts all over, and Aizawa has to get up and go to work... and something prickling at the back of his mind, bad dreams he can't recall to the letter already but that he knows were there. Hmm.
First things first, anyway: trying to get to the shower with minimal error. He pulls back just enough to rub his good hand over his face and give Aizawa a sleepy smile.]
Good morning.