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[But babe... Well, Toshinori will in fact poke his face with a couple fries, but he can only do this for so long before he gives up and just eats them himself. The rest of these, though, he will pointedly leave for Aizawa to finish later. When they're cold, a suitable punishment.

No cuddling, either, not until he gets up and goes to set up his ancient DVD. Aizawa will definitely sleep through most of this, but that's fine. He tidies up most of the trash from dinner before he sits back down, holding his arm out for Aizawa to just crawl right in. Get over here.]

[It's sort of pathetic and entirely illogical that his heart jumps as Toshinori opens his arms like that. Even the mere thought is enough to delight him, it seems, and he has to fight not to scramble over there like an overeager puppy.

Instead, he makes his way over slowly-- in part because of his injuries, but mostly so he doesn't look too eager. A little awkwardly, he hesitates and then rests against him, curling beneath one arm.

He's so warm. Not soft, no, there's not a bit of softness on his body, but there's something appealing about (tentatively, a little awkwardly; intimacy is so much more difficult to fake his way through than flirting and sex) resting his head against his chest. He's hyperaware of where all his limbs are, all the points they're touching and how very, very careful he's being not to shift at all, lest he ruin this.]

This is so old.

[It's not a criticism. It's just an observation, as the music swells and the film begins.]

[It's precious, how quickly Aizawa seems to go back and forth between assertive and flustered. Toshinori is content just to hold him close, one arm wrapped around him and the other free to, you know, gesture nonstop at the screen.

Yes, this movie is old as hell, and he's seen it at least a dozen times, but that doesn't make it any less exciting to him. He runs commentary through it that barely makes sense, referencing things that haven't been shown yet or other movies in the series, things that would make sense if Aizawa wasn't completely brand new to this film.

But it's fine, because Aizawa came over to watch this movie with him despite his injury and thinking whatever he does about it- criticism or not, he definitely doesn't hold it in high as esteem as Toshinori does- and, well, that means something to him. That he's picked a movie about a powerless nobody who comes into a great deal of unbelievable strength and ability is unintentional, honest, and has nothing to do with their brief conversation about quirkless individuals the other day.

If Aizawa dozes off, Toshinori makes no move to wake him up again; he simply settles in to hold him more comfortably while he watches the movie. No one is ever going to eat these fries he paid for...]

[He's young and overworked and exhausted, let him rest. The fries will keep. But though he absolutely dozes off time and again, he does like to listen to that running commentary. He barely understands some of it, but some of it is interesting, and he even asks a question now and again.

It's an interesting plot. Not nearly as interesting to him as it obviously is to Toshinori, but still: interesting. The story sounds like it could come from here and now, and he thinks of their earlier conversation.]

Do you really think a quirkless individual could be a hero?

[He says it abruptly. The movie is at is climax; Aizawa does not seem to care. He's been asleep, or at least dozing, for the past half-hour, so sorry if he scares you, babe.]

I'm not talking about morality. I'm asking you, based on logic: do you truly imagine someone without a quirk could do that?

[Toshinori is engrossed in the climactic scenes of this movie on top of believing Aizawa is still asleep, so he does startle when Aizawa suddenly speaks up. Warn a guy!!

But he answers, anyway, without thinking--] Of course I do.

[Now, listen to his Captain America meta discourse... No; he's quiet for a moment, thinking before he explains.]

Before there were quirks in our world— even before they were so widespread, those without quirks had to get by on their own merits, didn't they? There have always been heroes, even if it took quirks developing for us to turn them into a real profession.

[In a documentary, there would be vintage photos of firefighters and relief workers flashing up behind him when he talks like this, serious and passionate.]

In this day and age, a quirkless individual has it rougher than people with quirks... but simply having a quirk doesn't give a person the will or the drive that it takes to be a hero! Quirks make things easier for us; it's instant gratification in a lot of ways, don't you think? If someone without a quirk had the disposition to take on the evil in the world, and had to work harder than the rest— I think they could do it, as long as they keep their spirits high!

[Anyway, you are missing this awesome scene, babe.]

[He considers this. It's true that drive and motivation are key factors for being a hero. No matter what your quirk is, you have to have the sheer willpower it takes to keep pushing forward no matter what the odds are.

And it's true that people were heroes before quirks. But nor were they up against villains with powers vastly greater than their own.]

You should say all that.

[Captain Rogers is crashing into the ocean and Aizawa is completely ignoring it.]

In public. People still think quirkless people are second class citizens. If you're going to let the media chase after you, you might as well use it for more than one reason. Besides: if All Might of all people says it, people might just listen.

[Hmm, the movie... No, he's listening, he is. For sure.]

Ah-- well, maybe! When I'm taken a little more seriously, you know? As it stands now, they'll paint it as a publicity stunt...

[He doesn't want to be All Might who makes outlandish, crazy statements to get more attention! When his fourth action figure line comes out, then-!! Then people will be more ready to accept his words as worth listening to.]

Mm.

[A vague agreement, and he tips his head up, nuzzling against his jawline. That seems more interesting than this climactic, heartbreaking finale.]

Do you patrol tomorrow?

[Nah, the movie is definitely more interesting-- just kidding, he's almost completely forgotten it's playing the second Aizawa nuzzles against him. He can't just take a day off to cuddle his sort-of-boyfriend, but boy does he want to--]

In the afternoon, yeah.

You should sleep in the bed, then.

[After all, it's only logical. If he's patrolling, he needs his energy, and sleeping on a couch isn't going to give him that. All Might faces dangerous villains almost every day; Aizawa can't in good faith send him out exhausted.

And of course, he himself needs to rest well, because that's the best way to heal an injury. So it's only logical they both sleep in the bed, right?

Absolutely, and he nods to himself, pleased that he can use that as a proper excuse . . . as he lies in bed, dressed in a shirt that keeps falling off his shoulder, cuddling against Toshinori and still aching from the way they'd rocked against each other.]

[Oh-- well, he doesn't need an excuse, but he has the good sense not to tease Aizawa about making one. Sharing his bed is hardly a big deal after the way they'd gone at each other earlier-- or maybe it's a big deal because of that, but either way: Toshinori will gladly cuddle the shit out of him all night. And maybe most of the morning, after he goes for his morning run...]

How generous of you. [okay, a little teasing.] Then I will!

I'm more surprised I didn't have to spend an hour convincing you that my injuries don't need an empty bed.

[Stop teasing him? God.]

[Interesting proposal, but no.]

Your performance was pretty convincing, or I might have insisted otherwise.

[His performance. You know, with no pants, on Toshinori's lap. That performance. Boys who do that can handle sleeping next to someone.]

[Oh, hey, that's . . . an easy way to make him short-circuit for a split-second, his thoughts fizzling out as the word performance bangs around his head, echoing over and over.

Toshinori shouldn't be allowed to say things like that with that kind of attitude. He shouldn't be allowed to say things like that period, with that stupidly low voice and that grin that doesn't seem so innocent any longer, it's indecent.

He's going to die the first time Toshinori decides to take control, Aizawa realizes, but somehow he can't be bothered to be all that upset about it.]

You're not half as stubborn as me.

[There was only a split-second of hesitation there, his cheeks a little pinker but his voice as dry and steady as ever.]

You wouldn't have won regardless.

[Cute, very cute, definitely a good reaction. All he has to say is something like "performance" and Aizawa blushes? Very good to know.]

Maybe not, but I don't like to turn down a challenge. Luckily, we're in agreement about our sleeping arrangements.

[But next time there's something inconsequential and a little goofy to argue about, he'll show Aizawa how it's done. Maybe.]

[Ridiculous. He'll show him how stubborn he can be, but as it stands, Aizawa simply . . . squirms down, going from lying on top of Toshinori to lying on the bed, one hand gripping the edge of his shirt to stop himself from becoming totally indecent.

After a moment, he generously edges over so that Toshinori can lie down too. How nice.

A few seconds pass, and then he adds:]

You know, for a man who says he likes challenges, you haven't proven yourself much tonight. Ten minutes and you tap out, now you're giving me my way . . . don't make empty promises, Toshinori.

[Well maybe he wants to watch the rest of the movie credits instead of lying down with this rude boy, now that he's being sassed. He does pause mid-shift to lie down, so he can properly give Aizawa a look, raising an eyebrow.]

It's my bed! And you're wearing my shirt... I think I'm getting my way, actually.

[So there, take that. And you know what, he's not lying down just yet-- he leans away to get something, which turns out to be some nasty-ass cold fries, which he will now poke against Aizawa's cheek. Mercilessly. Number one hero: this guy.]

Stop--

[If you had asked him a few minutes ago what sort of revenge Toshinori might have taken on him while having him in bed and undressed, all vulnerable and eager, this . . . this was not what he might have come up with. Being prodded with something, sure, but cold fries? No.

This is disgusting.]

I'm going to sleep.

[Sleep as self-defense! It works! He scowls as he rolls on his side, one arm coming up over himself. Don't!]

[Aizawa, who already quite clearly told Toshinori no sex tonight, and who is injured and needs his rest, is now bothered that he's not getting sex. Is that what's happening? That is evidently what's going on, and Toshinori can't help but laugh.

And he'll toss the fries over into the trash a moment later, when he's satisfied with Aizawa's grumpy baby reaction. Then he lies down, curling his arm around Aizawa and pulling him back against his chest.

Still no sex, though. Endure it, thirsty boy.]

You already slept.

I can always sleep more.

[Sad but true. But though he winces a little as Toshinori pulls him, it's worth it for the very unique and wonderful feeling of having someone spoon him. Aizawa shifts, squirms, not trying to tease so much as get comfortable.

It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep like that. It's easy for him to fall asleep anywhere, of course, but he would have thought the nerve-wracking sensation of having fucking All Might cuddling against him all night would keep him up.

But no. No, apparently he's fine with it, because one moment he's listening to Toshinori's breathing and the next he's squinting as some strange man runs around, trying and failing to be quiet as he gets ready.

. . . oh. It's All Might, he realizes, and yawns as he rubs his eyes and sits up. That hurts, but it's not as bad as yesterday. Blearily he stares at All Might, not really awake enough to say or do anything in greeting.]

[It's really quite comfortable, sharing his bed with Aizawa and holding him close like this. Not that Toshinori would say he was nervous, far from it, but the giddy excitement of sleeping next to someone he likes a great deal somehow recedes into something calmer, steadier, enough for him to sleep.

Waking up wrapped around Aizawa is even better, and he takes a moment just to lie there with him before he does actually have to get up and go about his day. Pulling away from Aizawa is a truly herculean effort, but one incredibly early morning run later, he's halfway out of his running shorts when he realizes Aizawa is awake.

Hmm, well, it's not like Aizawa has been wearing pants for like twelve hours, but somehow this is awkward.]

...Good morning!

. . . hi.

[Too loud, he thinks grumpily, squinting at this blond bright ball of sunshine. Too loud too much shut up stop talking, which is really nothing to do with Toshinori and everything to do with what a spectacularly crappy morning person he is.]

You're big.

[Brilliant observation, Shouta.]

[wow

Great, then he can get dressed without Aizawa short circuiting because he's just not awake enough to function. That's... handy?]

Haha! Sorry? How are you feeling?

[He's getting there. Let him thirst at his own pace.]

I didn't realize how much bigger you got when you were him . . .

[Mm. Interesting. He'll probably think something a little more filthy about that later on, but for now it's just an interesting fact. Aizawa yawns, rubs his face again, and finally answers:]

Better than yesterday. More than fine enough to get back to work.

[Which means that as nice as it would be to just lounge around in nothing but his not-boyfriend's shirt, he needs to get up and get going. With a groan, he swings his legs over, finally standing.

And now that thirst hits, as he glances over and really starts to focus on the fact that Toshinori is . . . not actually wearing anything? He sure isn't. He absolutely is not, he's just standing around without his shorts like that's totally normal and not at all embarrassing, he's--

Jesus, he thinks, and glances away, ears red.]

[There are just so many things to unpack here; talking about All Might like a separate person, odd-- Aizawa in such a rush to go back to work, admirable, but stupid-!! And of course, the way he stares for a moment before getting embarrassed.

Toshinori could just put on pants, he could do that right now, but he doesn't because just look at him, why should he? Ha.]

Now you look a little feverish. [ha] Are you sure you're ready to go back to work?

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