[Kisses, and enthusiastic ones, his mouth opening and his tongue slipping forward eagerly. They really don't have time to start anything, but it's hard to resist Toshinori. He's spent a fair bit of time slowly warming up to him, a slow-growing attraction that's come from a flicker to a fire, and it's unfair they don't get to indulge it aggressively and immediately.
But school calls. And so soon he's rising on his toes, fingers running through Toshinori's hair, brisk but thorough. His body gets the same action (although he's careful there, gentle at the bruises, very intent on not hurting him).
Dressing is an adventure, but they manage it. Sweatpants are easier than the shirt, which Toshinori seems intent on believing he can't put both his arms through. Another kiss, which turns into another, and another, until it becomes less a kiss and more of a full-on makeout session, until he stumbles back and makes his way out the door.
He has his scarf. He's safe from prying eyes.
Or, well, he's safe from the prying eyes of those who don't know what to look for. Mic, who assuredly does, grabs his scarf at the first possible moment and yanks it aside, only to yowl in undisguised glee at the dark marks he finds there. He has precisely as many invasive questions as Aizawa thought he would, and he offers just enough information to frustrate him.
Twenty-five centimeters, he tells him, and heads off to homeroom.
The kids are understandably desperately curious about All Might, and for them, he gives more information. He's resting, he's all right, he'll be fine, no, Midoriya, you can't visit him, yes, Iida, he knows you're all sorry--
It goes on. The children's worry abates somewhat, and teaching life goes on. He's informed he and All Might are going to have to do home visits starting this weekend, which is pleasant news. Less so the prospect of facing everyone's parents, but they'll handle that when it comes.
The day passes, and he thinks of Toshinori more than he should. The hours pass a little too slowly, but soon the day is ended and Jelly is handed over and he's on his way home.
. . . to Toshinori's home. Not his home. Obviously.]
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But school calls. And so soon he's rising on his toes, fingers running through Toshinori's hair, brisk but thorough. His body gets the same action (although he's careful there, gentle at the bruises, very intent on not hurting him).
Dressing is an adventure, but they manage it. Sweatpants are easier than the shirt, which Toshinori seems intent on believing he can't put both his arms through. Another kiss, which turns into another, and another, until it becomes less a kiss and more of a full-on makeout session, until he stumbles back and makes his way out the door.
He has his scarf. He's safe from prying eyes.
Or, well, he's safe from the prying eyes of those who don't know what to look for. Mic, who assuredly does, grabs his scarf at the first possible moment and yanks it aside, only to yowl in undisguised glee at the dark marks he finds there. He has precisely as many invasive questions as Aizawa thought he would, and he offers just enough information to frustrate him.
Twenty-five centimeters, he tells him, and heads off to homeroom.
The kids are understandably desperately curious about All Might, and for them, he gives more information. He's resting, he's all right, he'll be fine, no, Midoriya, you can't visit him, yes, Iida, he knows you're all sorry--
It goes on. The children's worry abates somewhat, and teaching life goes on. He's informed he and All Might are going to have to do home visits starting this weekend, which is pleasant news. Less so the prospect of facing everyone's parents, but they'll handle that when it comes.
The day passes, and he thinks of Toshinori more than he should. The hours pass a little too slowly, but soon the day is ended and Jelly is handed over and he's on his way home.
. . . to Toshinori's home. Not his home. Obviously.]