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☆ 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
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[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?

I'm not--

[Oh. He's being teased again, and he scowls. He also, after a moment, glances back over at him, because, well, how can he resist? And god, talk about All Might, that's so unfair--]

It doesn't matter if I'm ready or not. Even if all I end up doing is grading papers or delivering messages, it's still more useful than sitting in bed.

Hmm. I don't dislike that work ethic.

[And is he going to pose when Aizawa looks his way again? Maybe so! Yeah, he's doing it. Check out these guns, babe.]

What's with that look? You've seen me up close plenty of times!

[ha ha ha]

[Everything he can think to say-- I'm not looking like anything; this isn't the same thing and you know it; stop fucking posing-- all sound too inexperienced and sputtering to be allowed to be aired.

Instead he scowls, because that's got a good track record.]

I don't know who convinced you spandex was a good idea when you look like that.

Well, it had to stretch.

[Duh? He gets bigger, Aizawa, there has to be a little give in his costume. He'd like to go over there and kiss that scowl straight off his face, but first--time for pants.]

Do you want breakfast?

[Just wait til he gets turned on in the middle of battle, they'll see just how much stretching room he has.]

Yes.

[Still, he spends a few extra seconds looking him over before finally tearing his gaze away to go to the kitchen. It's doubtful Toshinori has some of that hideous pouch food he lives on, but maybe . . .? Or maybe just some rice.

Definitely just rice. At least he can cook that, that's something. And it feels sort of good to be able to contribute. It was nice to be cared for, even spoiled, but he likes being able to offer something in return.]

[Try not to turn him on mid-battle?? There will be news coverage and that's even worse than having to answer the door.

Whatever, though; he puts on some damn pants, finally, before wandering out to see what Aizawa has done to his kitchen. He's... making some rice. Okay. That's barely a breakfast, babe.]

Are you ever hungry?

I'm nearly two feet shorter than you. I don't need as much.

[Rice is filling! Rice is just fine, god. It's at least a lot of rice, both because he hasn't eaten in god knows how long and because he assumes Toshinori will eat at least two shares.]

You eat like it's just for fun and you aren't enjoying it.

[This weird boy... Cooking rice is enough to get Toshinori to come up behind him and wind an arm lazily around his waist. It's never to early for lots of affection, after all.]

I still have those fries.

What is with you and those fries? Eat them yourself.

[But he loves that affection. He really, really loves it, and tips his head, exposing his neck in a silent bid for more.]

Eating is . . . bothersome. It wastes time and effort. I'd rather just get all my nutrients in one shot.

[He paid for them, that's what. Ah, but if he's given such a brazen invitation, what choice does he have but to lean down and press a kiss against Aizawa's neck? None at all, so it's time for kisses.]

I've never known anyone who gets bored by eating.

[Ah, and he's grateful he's facing forward, because it means he can smile without being seen. His toes curl against the wooden floor, and Aizawa prods unnecessarily at the rice.]

And how many people have you really known?

[What kind of call out is this? Such a strange boy, but a strange boy who's still warm from sleep and with soft skin that smells nice, that he hums against as he trails his lips up toward his ear. Hmm!!]

No matter what I say, that doesn't it make it any less odd, you know.

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