[It's a shame, how assuming it would never work has kept Aizawa from trying to most basic girls' magazine tricks in the book: change your hair and see how quickly he notices. To him, it's just a way of keeping his hair from being even more of a mess, nothing more or less. Still, he keeps it that way when settling back down.]
[There's no negative reaction to the bump. Just sort of an expectant look, as if even that weren't too unusual to him anymore.]
Hm. I guess I shouldn't keep you up too late. [Is he tired? Of course he is. Will he sleep? Debatable. As far as he knows, this is the last night he'll allow himself to be here so naturally. Maybe he should rummage through the other's things once more. For old times' sake. Maybe he should re-read the letter he'd penned one more time, find something wrong with it, then re-write the whole thing. He was a busy person, after all.]
... you're not feeling unwell, are you? [There's that faint flush of red, which he'd normally ignore, but certain events of the past month have made him more cautious. There's another casual invasion of space, to hold the back of his hand against the other's cheekbone to check the warmth.]
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[There's no negative reaction to the bump. Just sort of an expectant look, as if even that weren't too unusual to him anymore.]
Hm. I guess I shouldn't keep you up too late. [Is he tired? Of course he is. Will he sleep? Debatable. As far as he knows, this is the last night he'll allow himself to be here so naturally. Maybe he should rummage through the other's things once more. For old times' sake. Maybe he should re-read the letter he'd penned one more time, find something wrong with it, then re-write the whole thing. He was a busy person, after all.]
... you're not feeling unwell, are you? [There's that faint flush of red, which he'd normally ignore, but certain events of the past month have made him more cautious. There's another casual invasion of space, to hold the back of his hand against the other's cheekbone to check the warmth.]