[He laughs, looking rather humored by the situation -- nervous, yes, but humored.]
Months ago, you were the last person I'd ever expected, holding my hand like this.
[The world is a very funny place. Good funny, a lot of the time. That's why he gave as much as he possibly could to keep it safe. Blood, sweat, and tears stifled by overly large grins.]
All Might notices everything, of course! [That's a lie, but he figures he gets to say this sort of ridiculous stuff. It's in his retirement pamphlet, right? He stands there for a breath, clasping Aizawa's hand back and feeling a little like reeling. Where do they go from here? How do they work this out, working here, living as a hero and retired hero, surrounded by uncertainties? He supposes he's blessed by the fact that Aizawa really does know him inside and out, back at his apartment. There's nothing to really hide anymore.
He takes a hand and scrubs it through Aizawa's hair, almost like he's a kid or little brother.
Really, to tease him right now...]
If I remember right, you also liked to do this sort of thing to people who nap on you. Just like how you buy them socks and eat their bento boxes. [A soft sigh.] Because of things like that... I love you, too -- [A pause. If this was really happening... well.] Shouta-kun.
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Months ago, you were the last person I'd ever expected, holding my hand like this.
[The world is a very funny place. Good funny, a lot of the time. That's why he gave as much as he possibly could to keep it safe. Blood, sweat, and tears stifled by overly large grins.]
All Might notices everything, of course! [That's a lie, but he figures he gets to say this sort of ridiculous stuff. It's in his retirement pamphlet, right? He stands there for a breath, clasping Aizawa's hand back and feeling a little like reeling. Where do they go from here? How do they work this out, working here, living as a hero and retired hero, surrounded by uncertainties? He supposes he's blessed by the fact that Aizawa really does know him inside and out, back at his apartment. There's nothing to really hide anymore.
He takes a hand and scrubs it through Aizawa's hair, almost like he's a kid or little brother.
Really, to tease him right now...]
If I remember right, you also liked to do this sort of thing to people who nap on you. Just like how you buy them socks and eat their bento boxes. [A soft sigh.] Because of things like that... I love you, too -- [A pause. If this was really happening... well.] Shouta-kun.