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[Yes he is... Look at this, so sweet, so cute... Amazing!! If only he had two arms to hug the shit out of him.]

Of course. [Well,] You might have to help me...

[One arm, etc, to say nothing of how much his body might object to all this fooling around come morning. But somehow, he will get into that shower.]

Mmhmm. It's not hard to shower with a cast . . . just unwieldy.

[It's a pain in the ass to wrap up a cast, but certainly far from impossible. But that's a problem for tomorrow; he yawns, his eyes closing.]

. . . ah. I know Mic knows already, but . . . let's keep this from our coworkers for a bit.

[Surely there is some plastic wrap in this apartment. It's fine.]

Oh-- yes, that makes the most sense... while things calm down.

[Nobody wants to be given a lecture about dating a coworker after everything that's just happened... and there's no telling how a relationship can be used against them when UA-- and everywhere else-- is so fragile.

...and also Midnight will make lewd gestures at them for the next three months, so it's always a good time to put that off a little longer.]

Mmhmm.

[It's not that he's embarrassed or ashamed, but it seems so much to go through right now. He wants to be absolutely certain of what he and Toshinori are doing before anyone else (beyond, of course, Mic, but he'll keep his mouth shut about this) finds out.

. . . and Midnight will absolutely make lewd gestures at both of them. He groans softly.]

This is going to be exhausting to explain to him tomorrow . . .

[How much Mic shouting wordless delight at them should he mentally prepare for... Ah.]

Do you want my help...?

[Or would that make it worse. He's prepared to sit this one out if Aizawa would really combust on the spot over it.]

He's going to ask a lot of invasive questions.

[So come at your own risk, babe . . . he sighs.]

No. He'll want to hear it from just me first. And I can make sure he gets it out of his system by the time you see him.

[Mic, why... what is it like to be that outgoing.]

Aha. Well, you do know him best, so I'll stay out of your way until then.

Mmph.

[It's a grunt of affirmation. ]

You didn't give him your number, did you?

[That's his boy, the big talker. Also: Oh No.]

Ah-- Should I not have...? I may have gotten caught up in the moment of having colleagues to exchange contact information with...

[He's weak. The real question is where the hell is his phone right now? It's a mystery.]

You're going to get texted a lot.

[He sighs it out.]

Especially now that you and I are together. And he's more comfortable with treating you as a person, not a symbol.

He won't have a filter, Toshi . . .

[Hm. You know, that's probably going to be just as annoying as Aizawa makes it sound, but also it sounds like being great friends with Mic. Friends!!]

Haha, well, I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding. He's just looking out for you, isn't he?

There's a limit. And he always surpasses it.

[There's absolutely no affection in his voice, but he means it fondly.]

It's a problem for tomorrow, though. I'll let you sleep in if you don't wake up before I go.

[Surely, Mic could never be that annoying. Surely!!]

What about showering? [He's already demonstrated he can't dress himself in this state, this is not even a thirsty thing; he needs the help, babe. And he wants to be sappy and affectionate before Aizawa leaves...

But mostly: he can't put on his damn clothes by himself.]

You can wake me up for that! I'll try not to get in any trouble when you're out.

Aa. All right.

[Don't make him remember things while he's tired, babe . . . but fine, he'll wake him up, giving them both about a solid fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed. He is not an early riser by nature.

He isn't one to stay up late either, not if he doesn't have to. Hope you didn't want any kind of finishing remark, because within a minute he's asleep.

Night, babe.]

[Well, he's the only one going anywhere, as much as Toshinori would love to not be cooped up in the apartment for a few days. He'll take care of the cat...

So, sleep. Will he sleep poorly, from his injuries or nightmares or both? Probably so! It's fine, he clings in his sleep but it's fine. He's no longer huge enough to crush Aizawa, so at most, he will wake up with a mouthful of Toshinori's 3rd grade haircut.

This is what he's signed up for, please endure.]

[It is not, by a frankly enormous margin, the worst experience he's had upon waking up. It doesn't even rank in the top ten, not when he's got someone cuddling close to him and nuzzling against him with sleepy affection.

He gives himself a minute to indulge in it. To wrap an arm vaguely around Toshinori and bury his face against the top of his head. He smells lovely and warm, more like himself than the hospital at this point.

He'd had nightmares, Aizawa remembers. Nothing hideous, but more than once he'd awoken to soft whines and mutters of names he doesn't recognize. Relatively speaking, they're not so bad, but he assumes they'll only get worse the more time goes on. His brain is still absorbing the trauma, too exhausted to be fearful.

But that's a problem for later. For now, it's a long way from this apartment to UA, and it's going to take more time than usual to help Toshinori get dressed.]

Hey.

[It's been... Toshinori can't even remember how long it's been since he's woken up with someone like this, wrapped up close and warm together without a care in the world. Because that's how it feels, when he first stirs-- the world will come crashing back down in a few moments, but those first few moments of conscious are nothing but comfortable and peaceful, with Aizawa here and nothing else.

But, ah, there's reality creeping back in; he hurts all over, and Aizawa has to get up and go to work... and something prickling at the back of his mind, bad dreams he can't recall to the letter already but that he knows were there. Hmm.

First things first, anyway: trying to get to the shower with minimal error. He pulls back just enough to rub his good hand over his face and give Aizawa a sleepy smile.]

Good morning.

Mm.

[He pushes his fingers through his hair, affectionate and soft, before sitting up. And oh, they hadn't cleaned up last night, not properly, and he huffs in disgust.]

Shower time.

. . . hey. Do you want me to say anything to the class today?

[Someone didn't accept his kind gift of a single tissue. But he's half-asleep enough that for a brief moment he thinks Aizawa means that about, uh, this, sputtering and coughing into his elbow.

No, okay, real adult logic. Take two--]

I... I will think of something to say to them properly. For now... tell them I'm looking forward to seeing the results of their hard work when I return!

[Try not to make it sound like a threat, babe.]

[It's absolutely going to sound like a threat. And though it takes him a moment, he cracks a slight smile for Toshinori's sputtering. That's cute.]

That won't placate them. But I doubt anything will.

[He rubs his face, then hoists himself up, stumbling around a little until he makes his way into the bathroom. There are a lot of All Might products. He tries not to take offense.

As it turns out, helping someone wrap up a cast is a pain, but not too difficult. It's simply a lot of gallon bags and rubber bands, but soon enough they've made it work. After that, it's simple to wriggle off his boxers and turn off the water-- and yes, they'd fucked last night, they'd gotten quite familiar with one another's bodies, but still there's something a little special about doing this in front of one another.

He isn't self-conscious. But he is aware of all the scars and bruises on his body, the fact that he hasn't actually shaved in forty-eight hours and there's a massive discoloration on his elbow.

But Toshinori is a hero. He understands better than anyone.

Besides: Toshinori is arguably worse off, and yet he finds him wildly attractive. There's a slight smile on Aizawa's face as he looks him up and down.]

Come on.

I'll try to rest up quickly...

[Please don't threaten the students until he's there, at least!! But it's off to the bathroom, and wrapping his cast is a definite pain but he doesn't mind it thanks to the company. Even when he accidentally launches a rubber band across the room, it's funnier than it is embarrassing to need all this help.

Then he wiggles out of his sweatpants one-handed, while his other arm makes all sorts of obnoxious plastic bag crinkling sounds, and he glances up to catch Aizawa looking at him. He smiles automatically, only sheepish for how ridiculous he must look covered in plastic bags...]

I'm here, I'm here-- [Ha Ha, well he is, coming closer and reaching for Aizawa's arm. Just in case he loses balance, maybe, or just to be affectionate. Both.]

Don't assault me with your catchphrase.

[But he reaches for him, gripping his arm in return and helping him into the shower. He doesn't look as ridiculous as he thinks-- and even if he did, it's not as if Aizawa hasn't been in the exact same position.

The moment they're both settled, he steps forward, pressing their bodies together. They don't have much time, but there's at least enough time to nose against his jawline and grip his hip. His skin is slick and warm, and he sighs happily.]

I can't help myself!

[Haha!! Really, he can't. Stupid arm aside, the water feels nice-- and so does Aizawa, the moment he presses close. Toshinori looks down at him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and smoothing his hand up his back fondly.]

Is Mic bringing your cat over?

[Like, yes, lovely naked and wet boyfriend, but also, when should he expect cats!!]

He's bringing her to the school, and I'll bring her here.

[No, Toshinori has his priorities in the right order: cats, and then other things. He's honestly missed his stupid ugly baby, and though he knows Mic has taken good care of her, he feels that perhaps it wasn't the best care that could have been taken.

Whatever. He'll spoil her tonight.]

She's going to be . . .

[Hm.]

Unsure here for a while.

[This is the worst news he's ever received and he's been awake for twenty minutes. Unsure, no...]

Ah-- what should I do? I'll set up a space!

["Bed rest," they say, and he hears "immediately fuck your boyfriend, then fret over cats for twelve hours."]

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