[While one eye is covered by his hand, idly rubbing to get any traces of sleep away, the other stays trained on Toshinori's back. He traces his eyes along where the scar should be, trying to line up his mental map. For as much time as he spent on it... he wanted to touch more. Next time, he's going to take his time to explore everything, scarred or unscarred, every last centimeter.]
[Within reason. Maybe. If he couldn't look, he at least wanted to touch.]
[Impure thoughts aside, it was probably a bit mean to make Toshi go get them. Still, the way he just does it, treating it as importantly as anything else, makes a small smile form on Shouta's lips. And he said he felt fulfilled helping others, right? He could give minor, easy-to-satisfy orders like that while taking care of the important things himself. Not that getting his eyedrops right this minute wasn't world-endingly important. He blinks and it goes so slowly, please help him, All Might, he needs you.]
My hero. [he says, flatly, holding his hand out expectantly.]
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[Within reason. Maybe. If he couldn't look, he at least wanted to touch.]
[Impure thoughts aside, it was probably a bit mean to make Toshi go get them. Still, the way he just does it, treating it as importantly as anything else, makes a small smile form on Shouta's lips. And he said he felt fulfilled helping others, right? He could give minor, easy-to-satisfy orders like that while taking care of the important things himself. Not that getting his eyedrops right this minute wasn't world-endingly important. He blinks and it goes so slowly, please help him, All Might, he needs you.]
My hero. [he says, flatly, holding his hand out expectantly.]