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[babystein]

[This, now, this is about his speed. There's only minimal resistance as he shifts to get into a better position, but Toshinori's bed is both enormous and soft, and he sinks into it with a sigh. Just because he can sleep in his sleeping bag doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy comfort when it comes his way.

And his boyfriend (his boyfriend, still a thought that comes with an exclamation point, delighted and shocked), it has that as well, all hard muscles and cool skin, pressed up close against him in a different way. He leans in, nosing lightly against his jawline, eyes closing.

He'll fall asleep in an instant if he lets him.]

[prequell]

[Hell yes, cuddling all the way to sleep is what Toshinori wants. He's wired, true, but it won't last more than five minutes- ten, tops- and he doesn't actually have anything he desperately wants to talk about just now. To have Aizawa curled up close with Toshinori's arm draped over him is enough; the quiet kind of intimacy he really thrives on.

So, they sleep. There's an alarm set for Toshinori's morning routine that he would have remembered to shut off if they hadn't attached to each other the moment Aizawa walked in the door, but luckily he'll smack it into silence before it beeps long enough to wake his adorable, sleepy boyfriend.

But he's still getting up, slipping away quietly to first put on some sweatpants, and second, make some truly delicious pancakes. Maybe Aizawa will wake up while they're still warm, too.]

[babystein]

[He doesn't even stir when that alarm goes off, but the pancakes call to him. Of course they do; even he, who sucks down those hideous protein packs like they're ambrosia, can't resist pancakes. He sits up with a yawn, stares at the wall stupidly for a long minute, trying to understand what it is he's feeling.

Well. Beyond sore, that is. That's a nice feeling. He blinks, hoists his legs over the side, and hunts around until he can find some boxers and some shirt of Toshinori's to wear. His phone is a wall of notifications, all from Hizashi, and he winces. spent the night with toshinori, he replies, and puts his phone on silent, perfectly aware he's about to get at least half a hundred messages.

Well rested, he muses as he emerges. That's the feeling. It's been a long while since he's slept for such a long period of time, so much so that his body is more than a little perturbed by it. Shoving a hand through his hair, he offers his boyfriend a very small wave.

It's too early to talk.]

[prequell]

[At least Toshinori didn't wake him up at sunrise, although the sunrise may as well have given up and gone home, unable to contest the way Toshinori beams at Aizawa the moment he steps into view. There he is! The boyfriend! The boyfriend in his shirt and looking so tousled and wonderful!!

Toshinori greets him with a plate of irresistible fluffy pancakes instead of talking his ear off for once, leaning down to kiss his forehead and mumble a proper "good morning" before he veers back to the stove. Hello! Boyfriend!!]

Didn't you bring something over last night?

[Like, loving this other look, but there's an abandoned duffel bag somewhere in this apartment, tragically ignored in favor of getting it on.]

[babystein]

I thought you liked me in your clothes.

[He's coherent enough for affectionate teasing, at least. That kiss helped. The pancakes help too, and he nods in thanks.]

You seemed to like it last night.

[He takes another bite. It's possible he's smiling around his fork. Stranger things have happened.]

[prequell]

[Cute... ugh, he's too much. Toshinori gives him another wide smile and wiggles a spatula at him.]

I did and do! But you can't go out like that, and your uniform is...

[Somewhere around here? It's lying pathetically under the coffee table, most likely.] Well, you know what I mean.

[babystein]

[Let him live! Maybe he will go out like this, maybe he'll just wander around Probably-Tokyo with nothing but his boyfriend's shirt on--]

So I'll put on my spare when I get ready. I'm taking a shower.

[They'd rinsed off, sure, but that isn't exactly clean. He's a gross hobo, but he's a gross hobo with some standards.]

I'll come out here naked next time, would that be better?

[prequell]

[Can he walk to the shower all by himself--]

Not when the stove is on. [says Toshinori, who is making pancakes shirtless. He can afford a nip-burn if he screws up real bad, which is the important difference here.]

How are you feeling?

[babystein]

Fine.

[There's days where that might come off as brusque. Today, it's a simple but genuine answer, as he finishes off the first pancake. A beat, and he answers:]

Sore. But not painfully so. I'll feel it tonight, but it won't hinder me from patrol.

[Should he answer emotionally? Probably. But that seems such a vast and complicated question for nine in the morning.]

[prequell]

[Baby... that's so... he wants to hear those feelings! Give him the feelings!!]

That's hero dedication for you! [but also the emotions] When are you planning on going out?

[babystein]

[what are emotions we just don't know . . . but he gets up, coming to stand next to his gloriously shirtless boyfriend, humming softly at the proximity and warmth.]

Soon. I'm due at the internship at noon, but I want to get there early. You're patrolling tonight?

[prequell]

[Hmm, he'll accept standing nearby instead of emotions, for now. Maybe Aizawa can only talk about his feelings in the dark at weird hours-- he'll work it out. For now, Toshinori bumps his hip against him, lightly. Hello, darling.]

Same as last night. Are you coming back here?

[Eventually he'll have to go back to his dorm for school rule purposes if nothing else. But they can probably swing another night...!!]

[babystein]

Yeah.

[The honeymoon period will end sooner or later, he assumes, but they might as well enjoy it while it lasts. He turns, leaning against him, turning his head to nose at one bare arm. Hello Toshinori.]

Mm. Not in the shower again, though. Somewhere else.

[Fucking him, obviously. It's hard not to think of that when it's all they've done over the past day or so.]

[prequell]

[Hey, they also watched a movie the other day. Maybe they'll watch another movie tonight!! Who can say!

Either way, it's obviously going to become a pattern that they get distracted thinking about sex while the stove is on, so let Toshinori slide the last of the pancakes onto a plate and turn that... off. Perfect.]

You have a whole apartment to choose from! [Variety! Spicy! He wiggles a pancake, an entire pancake, in Aizawa's face. Why? Well.

Well here's a pancake, beautiful boy. That's it. Look at this pancake and not at the great effort it takes him to say this next thing without flinching--]

I want to go down on you first.

[Phew, dirty talk is so exhausting, is he blushing??]

[babystein]

[It's a little . . . something to hear, but in the best possible way. Something twists deep in his stomach, his sex drive sitting up and rapidly nodding. Yes, yes he wants that, he wants to see Toshinori on his knees, with his mouth full, sloppy and mouth swollen, god, please yes--

But first:]

Are you embarrassed?

[prequell]

[Aizawa, no!! Think about him on his knees instead-- that's just fine, he'll gladly drop to his knees in front of Aizawa without hesitation, take him into his mouth and feel the weight of him stretching his lips--

But there's just something about saying all that out loud. He's family friendly!]

Haha, I don't know what you mean!

[babystein]

You're blushing.

[Stop menacing your boyfriend, Shouta.]

You just fucked me in your shower last night. What on earth do you have to be embarrassed about?

[prequell]

[Ah, now he's embarrassed about being embarrassed. Good job, babe.]

Well, saying that kind of thing... I'm not used to it.

[babystein]

Can you even say fuck?

[prequell]

[Long....... silence.]

Probably.

[babystein]

Do it.

[prequell]

[Toshinori puts the entire pancake he's holding into his mouth. Yes, really.

What's that?? Suddenly he can't speak.]

[babystein]

[His eyes narrow in disgust. This is . . . sad. Sad and pathetic.]

You're going to have to swallow at some point.

[prequell]

[Aizawa can say that again later. Ha ha ha. Toshinori... chews the pancake Slowly, shrugging theatrically.]

Mmmm?

[babystein]

You shoved your dick up my ass and yet you can't even say you did it. You're in your twenties, Toshinori.