[If he wasn't going to ruin it with his own hands, he might as well go for it with his own words. That doesn't stop a brief moment of hesitation that he may have said too much or may have appeared too greedy. Why should that matter, though? If Toshinori was willing to sacrifice so much of himself for every little thing, why not him? He would at least be grateful for it.]
[He listens and is struck by the fact that the inevitability of death seems to have moved into the past tense. That was obviously the preference, of course, but some part of his heart- lights up a little, at how he says that. Even if Midoriya was the catalyst for that kind of revelation (because of course he was and maybe someday he'd understand Toshinori's blatant favoritism), he could have a place there, too. There was extra meaning it imparted on when Toshinori had told him he helped twist his fate in the hospital.]
[Here they are again, standing like this, looking at each other. He looks up at the other with a sort of quiet expectation. He just demanded they date; he was truly okay with it. He was asking for so much; it was fine for Toshinori to be selfish. A stranger might not view it as a happy reaction but the tension immediately drains from Aizawa's shoulders like it's such a relief for Toshinori to just say it.]
[He's even relieved enough to look a bit embarrassed when holding hands is mentioned.]
... so, you noticed that... [he lets out a small hiss of breath through his teeth, briefly glancing down at the floor. After a moment's pause, he reaches out to grab the other's hand and pointedly lace their fingers together. Any one of those sounded fine. Even the hospital would be more tolerable, if he could fluster the other by saying "boyfriend" openly. He meets Toshinori's stare.]
Do I look like someone who would change my mind after coming this far? [A firm squeeze of the other's hand, even though his is smaller.] I chose you. I'd make the same choice any number of times... because, I love you.
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[He listens and is struck by the fact that the inevitability of death seems to have moved into the past tense. That was obviously the preference, of course, but some part of his heart- lights up a little, at how he says that. Even if Midoriya was the catalyst for that kind of revelation (because of course he was and maybe someday he'd understand Toshinori's blatant favoritism), he could have a place there, too. There was extra meaning it imparted on when Toshinori had told him he helped twist his fate in the hospital.]
[Here they are again, standing like this, looking at each other. He looks up at the other with a sort of quiet expectation. He just demanded they date; he was truly okay with it. He was asking for so much; it was fine for Toshinori to be selfish. A stranger might not view it as a happy reaction but the tension immediately drains from Aizawa's shoulders like it's such a relief for Toshinori to just say it.]
[He's even relieved enough to look a bit embarrassed when holding hands is mentioned.]
... so, you noticed that... [he lets out a small hiss of breath through his teeth, briefly glancing down at the floor. After a moment's pause, he reaches out to grab the other's hand and pointedly lace their fingers together. Any one of those sounded fine. Even the hospital would be more tolerable, if he could fluster the other by saying "boyfriend" openly. He meets Toshinori's stare.]
Do I look like someone who would change my mind after coming this far? [A firm squeeze of the other's hand, even though his is smaller.] I chose you. I'd make the same choice any number of times... because, I love you.