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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[fiftynifty]

Hahaha, of course! [That's his usual chipper, but he can't help it when this is the most conversation they've had that hasn't been about students and it's all about... his... feelings?

It's a surprising turn, that's all. He's almost sheepish, a very un-All Might emotion.]

Even the former number one hero still has a long way to go. Thanks for your patience.

[is it patience???]

You know, since we've already started, this is the perfect time to get to know each other better.

[benstein]

[He stares at him for a long moment. His expression might be read as exasperated or disgusted, but it's honestly just blank.

Then, with a long sigh, he leans back. The laptop stays open, but he's got his attention.]

I'm not playing a trust game with you.

[fiftynifty]

[@Aizawa please appreciate him, thanks.]

Right, right. [There go his first five ideas--] If you're finished soon, it's not too late to get a bite to eat.

[benstein]

Mmph.

[THAT'S SO MUCH EFFORT AND HE IS BUT ONE MAN . . . who has a lot of grading to get through, and he'll never come back if he senses freedom. No, no, he'll start this . . . one on one questions aren't exactly a game.

. . . and maybe he can have some fun anyway.]

Do you have any kind of personal life?

[fiftynifty]

[Wow, Aizawa goes right for the jugular. All Might anticipated this, but he would have preferred it over a bowl of noodles or something, at least. Some sushi to ease his pain. Social pain.]

No.

[WELL.... NO... just no. He used to pretend to be his own secretary, man.]

[benstein]

[god that's so sad]

Do you want one?

[fiftynifty]

[The fact that he takes longer than a second or two to answer is telling, and not in much of a flattering way. This is truly the million-dollar question...]

I never had time until now. [Now he's definitely sheepish, because it feels strange to be saying this, as, you know, an adult...] It's now or never.

[benstein]

[Well. That's an opening if he ever saw one, and he'd be loath not to take advantage of it. Aizawa turns a little more fully towards him. His expression is still blank, but that isn't an indication of displeasure. It's just he never learned how to emote well.

And then: a hint of a grin, there and gone.]

So. What do you want now?

[This whole questioning business is getting to be a bit one-sided!, he imagines All Might saying, and wonders if that's actually going to be what he says next.]

[fiftynifty]

[Oh, look at that, a whole reaction. All Might perks up very obviously, by contrast - of course he does - and then falters slightly. Hang on, didn't he just--]

I already asked if you want to get something to eat! When do I get to be the interrogator, hah?

[Close enough? Eat with him, you strange little man.]

[benstein]

Not exactly what I meant.

[But dinner works too. Aizawa stands, ignoring the pop of joints and pings of protest from his back.]

And when you start asking questions. Obviously.

[fiftynifty]

[Oh!! He's going! All Might stands just a little too hurriedly, like if he doesn't leap on this opportunity Aizawa will just crawl under the table and go to sleep, and—that's entirely possible, so he doesn't worry about how eager he looks.]

Haha, of course, of course. Then here's one: do you like sushi?