[Toshinori hasn't remotely gotten ready yet. His work is a bit later than Aizawa's, but he usually just went with him anyway since the apartment wasn't particularly... the warmest comfort, when you're on your own. But now -- he'd feel pretty silly, offering to go as well. He's pretty damn sure both of them want time for their own introspection.
But --]
Don't forget your -- lunch...!
[He kind of hesitates and immediately feels so foolish; it sounds like something you'd say to a spouse, huh? He's seen enough movies and television to know that, even if he couldn't relate back then. And true to Toshinori's word, there's a bento box wrapped in a fabric patterned with black cats.
How the hell were they going to get through a whole school day like this? Shimura-sensei, give him the strength to survive the torment he's caused the two of them.
Time to think, he'd called it.
More like... time to be the worst teacher, too lost in thought to properly work. He knows Aizawa will at least pick up the professional end of things for when he fumbles. He sucks in a breath and tastes blood; business as usual. Come on, is that not a reminder of what a poor idea it is, to involve someone in his life romantically?
....
Shouta Aizawa loves him.
The guy who sighed and huffed and corrected him, who had limited his time more often to napping than dealing with the boisterous company of All Might...
no subject
But --]
Don't forget your -- lunch...!
[He kind of hesitates and immediately feels so foolish; it sounds like something you'd say to a spouse, huh? He's seen enough movies and television to know that, even if he couldn't relate back then. And true to Toshinori's word, there's a bento box wrapped in a fabric patterned with black cats.
How the hell were they going to get through a whole school day like this? Shimura-sensei, give him the strength to survive the torment he's caused the two of them.
Time to think, he'd called it.
More like... time to be the worst teacher, too lost in thought to properly work. He knows Aizawa will at least pick up the professional end of things for when he fumbles. He sucks in a breath and tastes blood; business as usual. Come on, is that not a reminder of what a poor idea it is, to involve someone in his life romantically?
....
Shouta Aizawa loves him.
The guy who sighed and huffed and corrected him, who had limited his time more often to napping than dealing with the boisterous company of All Might...
He loves him back.
What is he going to do?]