[He shifts just slightly, not waking to the touch; instead, his fingers curl a bit instinctively, and despite how thin his hands have gotten, they're still rather behemoth, in the grand scheme of things, against Aizawa's palm. His brow furrows just slightly, as if deep in thought in his own little world beyond sleep, and he mumbles... what was that...?]
no subject
... Never fear... why... because... m'here...
[... Hopeless. Bless his stupid heart.
Minutes later, softer, spoken at god knows what:]
... Cute...