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[Oh, good, at least he still gets to nerd out over an old movie, preferably while waving fries in Aizawa's face to get him to stay awake-- Right now he makes another noise, airy and half-laughing, and wraps his other arm around him, too.

Sooner or later this plan may work.]

I thought you might doze off, first—

I will later.

[He absolutely will, likely right after the first ten minutes of this movie, but whatever! For now he tries to keep moving his hips, but it's a great deal more difficult now that there's two arms around him.

So he slumps, relaxing, frowning faintly and not at all upset.]

I hope your endurance improves . . . ten minutes isn't much and you're already tapping out.

I'm buying you dinner! [Indignant, and he knows he's taking the bait with flying colors, but please!!--] Dinner I have to accept from another human being coming to my door!

[And all the mature reasons, but right now he's stuck on being incredibly turned on and still having to function as an adult in society. Augh--] You... have an attitude.

Yes.

[He says it simply. His smile is gone, but that doesn't mean he's unhappy-- far from it. He's just not the sort to smile a lot.]

You could always just hide behind the door. A man half-hard is probably the least of what they've seen. Or are you always so eager to be extroverted and chatty?

I'm a regular... [He whines, putting his head down on Aizawa's shoulder. His takeout reputation is at stake here, please take responsibility for getting him going.]

You could answer the door.

[Sending his half-dressed, makeout-tousled boyfriend(?) to the door in his stead is definitely the easier option.]

[Gently, entirely unsympathetic, he pats Toshinori's head. There, there.]

You're the older one. You're supposed to be responsible.

[A beat, and then, very aware of what he looks like:]

They'll think you ordered delivery service in more ways than one.

[Wow, what a jerk. Toshinori nuzzles against his neck with a hum that trails off into a chuckle.]

Do you want a pair of my pants, too?

No.

[Because he's not getting the door, by sheer virtue of being stubborn (and a bit lazy too). But that nuzzling is nice, and he falls silent, content to let it continue for a good while. Grinding up against him was fantastic, but sitting in his lap and nosing against his hair is lovely too, soothing and calm. He could fall asleep like this, he thinks dimly, and wonders at that. This is only their second date; what is is about Toshinori that relaxes him so much?

But it doesn't matter. He does, so much so that when there's a knock at the door, he groans softly. He's able to be pried away, but he's not actually going to make any effort to climb off.]

Lazy.

[This boy... Toshinori is satisfied sitting like this for a while; Aizawa is still warm and comfortable, and just like last time, the mood is quiet and intimate until the knock on the door.

...And this boy, please- Toshinori sighs, put-upon, and with his arms already around him, simply stands up and lifts Aizawa with him. He doesn't give him a moment to cling on, turning around and depositing him down on the bed a second later. He even winks, the absolute buffoon that he is.

Then he's off to the door, and Aizawa doesn't have to witness whatever bizarre thing he does to not look like someone hiding a half-dressed date ten feet away, but the muffled conversation confirms that, yes, this delivery boy definitely wants to talk to him for several minutes. He's back soon, anyway, holding the bag up and wiggling it.]

Let's eat in here.

[There's a fair bit of indignant hissing as he's inelegantly dumped down on the bed, but at least Toshinori does it in such a way that it doesn't hurt. Damages his pride, maybe, and he scowls in response to that wink. It's not cute, babe.

At least he doesn't have to interact with people, though. By the time Toshinori returns, Aizawa's stretched out on the bed, legs splayed and shirt riding up. In theory, it's a sexy pose, but it's mostly just lazy and tired. The yawn he offers as he sits up doesn't help.]

Sure.

[That means he doesn't have to move, yes, Toshinori is already understanding him.

It takes a few minutes to set up the napkins and paper plates, but soon it's all laid out. Twice as much food for Toshinori as Aizawa, but given his size, it makes sense. He yawns again as he snags a fry.]

I can't believe you own an action figure of yourself . . .

[Look at him, a sight to behold. Being lazy and sleepy is adorable, as far as Toshinori is concerned, and maybe the whole shirt look is sexy anyway (it is). But he just nudges him with his knee until he sits up and shifts around so they can get the food out, and he holds up an indignant finger to hold the fuck up as he hastily swallows a huge bite of burger—]

It's limited edition! I'm a collectible!

[He doesn't even deign to respond to that. There's no response possible for that, beyond perhaps sputtering or a sarcasm so dry it might just burn.

I'm a collectible, his not-boyfriend says, entirely earnest, thinking that would somehow win him the argument. Aizawa just stares, waiting for him to realize what a stupid thing he'd just said.

He eats a fry as he waits.]

[He's not taking it back, because it's true and he will buy several more action figures of himself if given the chance. It's not ego-- it's not entirely ego, but it's nice to see that he's made enough impact enough to be sculpted out of inexpensive plastic.

Just symbol stuff, the usual. He grins at Aizawa.]

What?

You're ridiculous.

[That's all he says, shaking his head. There's something to be said for the novelty of having yourself as an action figure, but still: come on. He's the potential symbol of peace, not the symbol of capitalism.

Besides: they got his expression all wrong.]

At least you can get away with being a fan, I guess. Maybe that's what you and Hizashi can bond on the next time you meet him.

[Okay, superfan. Toshinori will buy him an All Might keychain any day now. As for Hizashi... Well, hopefully hanging out with a big All Might fan won't go super terribly for him. That one is very loud and has a radio show, after all.]

When are you going to introduce me properly? [This is kind of a joke, but also, he did run out awkwardly last time...]

[He will scoff and scowl and absolutely put it on his keys, because he really does like this boy.]

Whenever you want. Come by the university soon and follow the sound of screaming.

[From Hizashi, ostensibly, but also maybe from Aizawa, given how much his friend is going to be bugging him about this new romance. The thought of it makes him grimace.]

He's going to try and interrogate you.

[Good, what a sweet boy. Now, Toshinori has already sat for an interview with this menace, but he supposes if Hizashi thinks he's simply some guy, whatever Aizawa told him in the hospital, he has no shield of All Might to defend him.]

Haha! He cares about you! We'll see how much I can answer.

Just prepare for a lot of pointed questions.

[It comes from a place of caring, but honestly, it's exhausting to even think about.]

What about your friends?

They won't ask any questions.

[Gran Torino will, if Gran Torino counts as a friend. But it's going to become obvious pretty soon that Toshinori also has, like, one friend - although it's because he can't really have a secret identity if he still hangs out with all of his friends from school.]

My oldest friend is graduating from the police academy soon, actually, but he's not as... interested [nosy] as your friend.

And he wants to be a cop?

[Just kidding, reporters are the worst when it comes to nosiness. But that makes life a fair bit simpler. He has nothing to hide, not really, but the thought of having to endure a thousand and one questions about himself. Toshinori can tell his police friend what he wants to know, Aizawa thinks, and that will take care of that.

With a yawn he gives up on eating (that was, like, three fries, Aizawa, love yourself) and lies back down on the bed, content for the moment to just watch Toshinori eat.]

Put on the movie.

[Does he have a tv in his room? Hopefully. That would be nice, if Toshinori could watch the film and Aizawa could fall asleep here . . .]

Now, that isn't fair... [Please be nice to his actually normal friend, not everyone can be Hizashi. Not that it's likely they'll ever meet, but just in case, please...!!

Aizawa's eaten like three fries and meanwhile Toshinori has put away a burger and a half, watching him lie down an frowning. Excuse you, he paid for all this food.

He has a TV in his room, but boy,] You're leaving me with all these fries?

Yeah. Eat them.

[He won't throw them out, it's not a waste. But he'd rather a protein pack or some horrible little energy drink, because they all have vices and this is his: a diet that sometimes rivals a video game nerd's.]

What?

[To be fair - eating nothing but fries for dinner was already stupid as shit, like Real Gamer, but it's better than not eating anything.

Toshinori is dangling a couple fries in his face now. Hey. Hey!!]

Eat more.

No. Stop that--

[Babe. Stop. He grimaces and sort of . . . rolls . . . onto his back . . . surely that will stop him.]

I'm fine.

[No, come back here... It's almost as if one of them is seven feet tall and has no problem wiggling fries from any angle, at any distance!! He's here!!!]

Just eat the fries.

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