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[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."]

[He snorts.]

No you won't. Stay in bed. There's nothing for it but to let her explore the space and get used to you.

[A beat, and he tips his head up, narrowing his eyes.]

Don't exert yourself today.

[But how can he be the best cat host if he doesn't stare at her the entire time--]

I-- alright, alright, don't give me that look. I promise I won't go further than this bathroom!

[He will watch an American Movie, and then watch five more. He leans down to kiss Aizawa on the forehead, which is the seal of his important promise.]

[He makes a little noise, a mnr of tentative satisfaction. God help Toshinori if he comes home and finds he's broken his promise, but he'll accept his word for now.

With a little sigh he wraps his fingers around the back of his neck, pulling gently.]

Come here. And then you're going to have to sit or something if you want me to wash your hair--

[Why are you so tall!!]

[He'll be restless, but he'll live. Somehow. Maybe he'll respond to Mic's texts--]

Oh-- I can do that.

[Uh, in theory he can do that. He doesn't own a little plastic stool someone might own for reaching the highest cabinets for obvious reasons, but he'll work it out!

First, kisses.]

[Kisses, and enthusiastic ones, his mouth opening and his tongue slipping forward eagerly. They really don't have time to start anything, but it's hard to resist Toshinori. He's spent a fair bit of time slowly warming up to him, a slow-growing attraction that's come from a flicker to a fire, and it's unfair they don't get to indulge it aggressively and immediately.

But school calls. And so soon he's rising on his toes, fingers running through Toshinori's hair, brisk but thorough. His body gets the same action (although he's careful there, gentle at the bruises, very intent on not hurting him).

Dressing is an adventure, but they manage it. Sweatpants are easier than the shirt, which Toshinori seems intent on believing he can't put both his arms through. Another kiss, which turns into another, and another, until it becomes less a kiss and more of a full-on makeout session, until he stumbles back and makes his way out the door.

He has his scarf. He's safe from prying eyes.

Or, well, he's safe from the prying eyes of those who don't know what to look for. Mic, who assuredly does, grabs his scarf at the first possible moment and yanks it aside, only to yowl in undisguised glee at the dark marks he finds there. He has precisely as many invasive questions as Aizawa thought he would, and he offers just enough information to frustrate him.

Twenty-five centimeters, he tells him, and heads off to homeroom.

The kids are understandably desperately curious about All Might, and for them, he gives more information. He's resting, he's all right, he'll be fine, no, Midoriya, you can't visit him, yes, Iida, he knows you're all sorry--

It goes on. The children's worry abates somewhat, and teaching life goes on. He's informed he and All Might are going to have to do home visits starting this weekend, which is pleasant news. Less so the prospect of facing everyone's parents, but they'll handle that when it comes.

The day passes, and he thinks of Toshinori more than he should. The hours pass a little too slowly, but soon the day is ended and Jelly is handed over and he's on his way home.

. . . to Toshinori's home. Not his home. Obviously.]

[The morning is almost unbearably short; if it were up to Toshinori he'd keep Aizawa until noon at the earliest, just to kiss him and feel him close. Sex or no sex, having Aizawa within reach is something he's already gotten himself infatuated with; after their somewhat rocky start and then all the other stressful factors, he just wants the man nearby. Where he can reach out and touch him whenever he wants, smooth his hair back, pull him close--

But duty calls! Or rather-- duty calls Aizawa, today, and Toshinori has to promise a second time that he will stay home and not exert himself. He keeps that promise as best he can, as bored as he is, but the most exertion he actually does is trying to find his phone (which he eventually locates under a suit jacket draped over a chair, and in finding it, also finds no less than a dozen texts from Mic, several of which are just emojis...).

He chooses not to respond to those, for the sake of his blood pressure and Aizawa's, too. Later.

So it's an incredibly boring day. Gran Torino calls him from the hospital and he politely turns down a visit, insisting that he's just fine and yes, he's even remembering to eat (and then he remembers to shuffle carefully to the kitchen and eat). That's the most interaction he gets, and the rest of the day is spent lying in bed watching American Movies and thinking about Aizawa. Oh, he does his best to think about the students, about the trouble he's caused Midoriya and everyone by losing One for All on national television, but inevitably his thoughts drift back to Aizawa; his hands, the angle of his hips, those elusive smiles--

And then he dozes off, unsurprising given his physical state and his fitful sleep last night. Luckily, Aizawa definitely has his spare key, insistently given to him this morning before he left. Toshinori is asleep, and his phone buzzes with a new message from Mic, sent the precise moment Aizawa took Jelly and left.

So sad. He suddenly can't read, even if he was awake.]

[Truly, Mic suffers. He no longer has that weird little cat to run into his walls and hiss at him, it's so, so sad. He has to text Toshinori at least ten times to try and abate his loneliness, but he gets nothing back, so he might as well just die.

Or so his texts read, anyway.

It's quiet in the apartment when he lets himself in, and Aizawa keeps himself still, aware Toshinori might be resting. He's not a loud man by nature anyway, it isn't hard. He slips off his shoes and sets his bag down. The carrier is put down in the middle of the living room, the lock undone.

Jelly will come out in her own time. For the moment, he sits on the floor, pulling his bag to him so he can start to grade his papers.]

[With no Mic to be loud in person, Toshinori is able to get the rest of his nap in successfully. Mostly, anyway; it's a burst of coughing that wakes him up, and the copper taste in his mouth is not nearly as bothersome as how just coughing hurts his, well, everything.

More than a few English swears drift out of the bedroom, not especially passionate, just grudging. Absolute shit, and he'd try a little harder to keep his coughing quiet if he knew Aizawa was already back, so that's... a fun bonus...

It's another minute or so before he ambles out into the living room and lies down on the couch without any fuss, reaching out to wrap his arm around Aizawa's shoulders from behind. Hello, dearest.]

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