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They may bear their teeth to all the world, but never to you

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Taking in strays is, all in all, an understandable vice. The dips in between their ribs, those large and forlorn eyes, they can help you forget the claws and the teeth and the danger lurking beneath fur. But the habit's a knife edge; your efforts may not be rewarded with kindness (animal instincts aren't discretionary) and you may get bit despite what you've overlooked. A stray doesn't care about pity. All it can know is survival.

These warnings apply to strays of the more human(oid) sort, too.

But what may even more perilous with this type than any drawn blood is what you can get when they grow to trust you. You can earn their undying loyalty...or their love. Either from such a wild thing is a precarious path to go down, if you allow yourself to do it.

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ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?

ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.

ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.

sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —

ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.

sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.

sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.

ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.

ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.

ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.

ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.

ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.

ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.

ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.

ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.

ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.

ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.

ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.

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[Toshinori is just assuming everything but what Aizawa is actually thinking.]

Aa, don't worry, I can make plenty more. You don't have to worry about running out! [But if it helps, he does finally grab Aizawa's free hand, giving it a firm and supportive squeeze; this came a lot easier when he's dead set on silly comforts -- there, there, the bento will continue being made, it says. With less loud determination:] ... It's nice to make something for someone, really.

[Is he going to turn into a housewife overnight?

Truly, his calling in life. Not symbol of peace, no, maker of cat onigiri. It's just. It's been a long time since he had real company like that. Tsukauchi, maybe. A truly good friend, that detective...! The last few weeks have been admittedly... too good. It's why he didn't expect it to last...]

[Any exasperation over being misunderstood is quickly silenced by Toshinori grabbing his hand. That's a little more comforting. Not natural, not yet, but it's a little more like what he'd want to be natural. He's quietly enjoying it when the second, less boisterous part of the sentence comes out.]

... mm. It's not something I'm used to. [He doesn't say it like it's sad, just that it's a statement of fact. That sort of doting attention, like a housewife or a concerned parent, just wasn't something he'd ever really had. As if to clear the air of that statement, he falls back on his old standby: griping.] And it was a bit embarrassing, you know. If I eat with Mic tomorrow, he's going to say something. He'll probably even whine and try to get me to trade something with him. [Because a cat onigiri made by All Might himself isn't just something you can let slide by. It's a priceless treasure.]

[There's a pause, though, where he realizes he's just griping. He doesn't actually have much to complain about and while with someone like Hizashi he'd just let it stay like that- he's trying to be a bit better. He's trying to be a bit easier for Toshinori who he entirely believed when he said he'd never dated anyone. So, he quickly adds,]

I don't- ... please keep making them, though. [and softly squeezes the other's hand]

[Toshinori listens intently, though even someone as ridiculously worried about screwing this up as he is has to smile a little at the complaint. If it's between Mic poking Shouta for food he made and utterly fucking this up? He'll happily take the poking... Aaah. He wonders if Mic knows...? He's pretty much glued to Aizawa, half the time.

He squeezes the hand in return.]

Even All Might themed ones?

[He looks at him, grinning mischievously.]

[His hero's intuition is horribly off if he assumes there's a universe in which Mic doesn't know. The man knew before Shouta ever told him anything. He would end up sending another text later but that was more a formality than anything.]

[There's an appropriately horrified and mildly disgusted face at the idea of his heartwarming cat bento being replaced with some tacky All Might themed one. For someone in love with All Might, he sure doesn't seem to like All Might much.]

... I'll throw it out, if you do that. [He won't even let Mic touch it, no one's allowed to touch it, it needs to be cleansed from the earth.]

[A-ahaha, he figured...

But...!!]

What if I make myself an Eraserhead themed one to match?

[... Worth a shot?]

[You're paining him, Toshinori, he's in physical pain from this decision right now. He doesn't really like either of these options. There's a slightly longer pause that still isn't a "no."]

... ... I don't know why you'd want to so badly. [Well, he sort of has an idea. Still, the fact Toshinori wants to is winning him over more than anything. Really, he was such a fanboy...]

Just... Just once, if you really want to.

Just once! I'll do it on a special occasion. Like my birthday, or something.

[Never forget -- HAPPY BASSDAY ALLLLL MIIIGHTAHH.

He wonders if Mic-kun just keeps track of all of the dates of birth in the faculty, honestly.

A warm smile follows, and he feels a little more confident as they walk -- because this was them before the confession, too. It was. Just... without the handholding. But it was the same, no doubt. It makes his walk a bit more confident, his stare a bit less worried, like this was all going to fall apart around him at any given moment. It's a good feeling. A good, good feeling.

Casual conversation makes him lose track of distance; they're at his apartment, climbing a few stairs -- he gets a little winded at the top and stops, per usual, to catch his breath -- and then... they're here. Door swinging open, both of them standing in what is so blaringly normal. They saw this often, after work, a little apartment waiting for them. But it's different now...? He's not leaving today. A letter is burning in his pocket, and he thinks about the kitchen. The couch. The bed. How is this going to change things there?

The idea of having to keep up and be worthy intimidates him, but...

He was a hero, once. Plus ultra -- strive, push forward, aim for your goal.

Turning slightly, he smiles.]

Want some tea, Shouta-kun?

[Who could forget Mic's birthday raps. He endured it every year himself, then had to endure it another time. It was almost enough to forsake the free drinks of post-work day teacher drinking parties. Almost.]

[It's a little strange for Toshinori to have told him he was going to die but still so casually talk about his future birthday. Better to plan for the future than just press on pointlessly, he supposed. It's not like he wanted the other to die, either... Well, if Toshinori makes it that far, Shouta will gladly indulge him. Or at least with minimal complaining. That year and the year after that.]

[Then they're back at Toshinori's home (not quite his, yet, that was too presumptuous), where he doesn't have to feel as spied-upon by the world, and before he can say anything-]

[... tea, huh. That wasn't the first thing on his mind. Still, that stupid smile makes him a bit more inclined. He's such a softie.]

Ah, sure. One thing first, though. [There's a quick wave of his finger, motioning for Toshinori to lean down a little. The height gap between them made it a little irritating for things like this. It was hard enough to be spontaneously affectionate.]

[He gets the feeling that Toshinori would just overthink the importance of "firsts," if he approached romance with any fraction of the seriousness he took heroism. While he didn't really think anything of them, he can compromise and get what he wants while preserving some sense of specialness for "firsts." The compromise, if Toshinori will let him, is a quick kiss on the cheek. It's a little scratchy, not perfect, and technically not their first kiss by romantic standards. Still, it satisfies him enough to patient. It will last him through tea, at least.]

[Look, Toshinori is probably going to do anything without question that Aizawa motions for, without concern for what follows -- it's why he obediently leans in, eyes rounded with curiosity, and is immediately and surprisingly rewarded for it with a kiss.

He leans back, blinking, before a hand reaches to smooth the spot.

And then he laughs -- a deep, humored laugh.]

Shouta's been dying to be cute all this time, huh?

[What? If he's going to be the virgin, he can at least get some teasing in before he totally makes an ass of himself later.]

[..... He got teased for it. Ah, he's going to have to text Mic. Somehow, despite a literal decade between dating, he's still somehow picked someone who's only going to get more annoying now that they've confessed.]

[After all, the connection between the two events has to be his preference for idiots. It's not like it could just be him.]

I'm just doing what I want. [His shoulders hunch up a bit as he turns to go start placing his belongings around the apartment again.] If you think it's cute, that's your messed-up eyes. [Anyways, this coming from someone who made cat bento in an apron and said "don't forget your lunch!" after him in the morning? That was definitely cuter!]

[He can't help but keep that mischievous smile for a bit longer, sending Shouta's harmless annoyance. It fades only a bit with a gnawing uncertainty, this time towards the kiss. Which he loved, of course he did -- he'd thought about a kiss for a long time. But would it be too soon to... well, he's not sure. He's also not sure if Aizawa is just taking it slow to relieve him of that fear, that fear of flying too fast and too hard into this new terrain.

He reaches out, grabbing Shouta's arm gently.]

Shouta.

If you want to kiss normally...

[He trails off, but he doesn't sound uncertain about it at all. If this is gonna happen... he needs to just dive into what he knows he can handle. Though... he hates to imagine anyone wanting to kiss this face, he's more than aware how little he tolerates himself and this "new" body. New like it hasn't been 6 years now. Ha.]

I would. Kiss you.

[He was fully prepared to take things excruciating step-by-step, if he had to. Even when talking about his excitement to be in the other's bed, it wasn't so much sexual as just- He could touch the other. He could brush against him and it would be fine. He didn't have to maintain a sense of control over his body, his emotions, and- maybe just allow himself to be called cute. Some would call him surprisingly easy to satisfy.]

[So there's a brief pause at Toshinori's comment, a bit of a probing look to check. Is he just saying that to satisfy him? It's so strange to him, for Toshinori to gently check his boundaries when Shouta has literally rummaged through the other's belongings.]

[He drops one of his bags on the floor, not caring for the noise it makes. He wanted to give his full attention to this.]

Of course I want to. [But he doesn't make a move because, well. Toshinori said he "would."] ... So? [Toshinori's the one who brought it up, so the expectant look is on him.]

A-Aa! Right!

[Oomph, there goes any flicker of confidence. What, you mean he actually has to start this out? He looks at Aizawa with a grimace, rubbing the back of his messy head and trying not to look too much like a kid at their first prom. He's never kissed anyone with a passion or anything before. Perhaps a childhood sweetheart on the playground when he was in elementary school, just on the cheek, but a real... anything? He's looking at this from all angles, trying to figure out how to proceed.

Okay, okay, he's way too experienced at being alive here, to be this ridiculous.

He leans, leans, leans forward, because Aizawa is a short person to him, just like most people are. Only most, though. And then he laughs brightly at how much he has to lean before he's in Aizawa's airspace.]

Maybe doorways aren't my biggest enemy anymore.

[It can officially be kissing range. Hey, did anyone tell you you have nice eyelashes? No? They've never gotten close enough without you cocooning into a yellow caterpillar? Haha.]

[It's a bit selfish, to ask Toshinori to start it. He was embarrassed. Still, even if it took the ex-Number One Hero entirely out of his element, it was what Shouta wanted. Anyone could kiss somebody, or want somebody, and that made being kissed or being wanted far more valuable.]

[It also made hesitation sting a bit more because the brain came up with a multitude of reasons why it might be happening. Maybe it was too fast. Maybe he wasn't ready for it yet. Maybe he had wanted this whole thing on paper but now that it was real he was doubting. How hard is it to just lean in and kiss someone? Then Toshinori stops to laugh and draw more attention to the time it's taking and-]

[-even with his worries, it's still extraordinarily tempting, for them to be this close together.]

... ah. [Fuck it.]

[He'll do it, push himself up to close the small gap between them, for one of the few people that made him feel short. He'll fix the inexcusable fact that their lips weren't touching right this second. Toshinori can get a better look at those eyelashes when his eyes close, because even someone like Shouta Aizawa knows that you close your eyes for this kind of kiss. It's slow, unobtrusive, but purposeful, like a way of proving he wanted to do this, despite the little metallic tinge to the other's mouth. His free hand comes up, to rest on the back of the other's neck, not with any sort of force, just to reinforce that this is happening.]

[From skilled older hero to novice kisser in .5 seconds, flat. A record. He's surprised by it, kind if dizzied by the prospect that this handsome, scraggly friend of his isn't actually just a friend of his and is now initiating a full kiss -- and he worries he's uncomfortably angular and sharp and harsh, and lord, if he chokes on blood at any point during these kisses he's going to throw himself into a pond somewhere--

But he sags, relaxes into it and closes his eyes in return. As much as he wants to look at Aizawa the entire time like some creepy old man, he at least is familiar enough with kissing to follow suit. It's warm, some kind of weird arrow that fires off, sends a dozen barbed tips right into your heart. Like, ah, that's what the hubbub is all about. And Ai--Shouta, Shouta would probably mock his age, if he said that out loud. Hubbub.

Anyway, he can barely think past hubbub, and he's not sure when his hand ended up on Shouta's neck either, but it's nice -- and when it's done and he leaves that metallic tang on Shouta's lips, he stares for a moment in surprise.]

... That was...

Really nice.

[Spoken as if he hadn't been sure any kind of anything was nice like that.

Sure, romance played it up, but... wow.

He goes in for one more. That's cool, right? One more?]

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[It's a bit stiff in that awkward, first kiss kind of way. How many times had it taken for Shouta as a teenager to finally feel comfortable with another person like this? He'd never known where to put his hands and just the sensation of Toshinori's fingertips against his neck say he's got a better instinct for it than he ever had.]

[He wasn't going to rush into a relationship just for the sake of having this contact but even that light touch on his neck is like his body screaming finally. He missed it. He wasn't the type to just let others casually touch him which left a void that had been restlessly waiting for a decade. It makes him want to keep his body a little closer to increase their points of contact. It makes his own shoulders sag a bit in that sensation like melting. If he were a cat, he'd be purring.]

[They pull apart and, unconsciously, Shouta licks his lips. He agreed, he agreed entirely, but the way Toshinori said it, so innocently just made him smirk. It set his mind alight with ideas of what to show him later, how to constantly keep him in a state of astonishment. For now, though, this is fine. He wouldn't tease him, wouldn't make a biting comment-]

[-and certainly wouldn't say no to another. There's a soft sound before their lips touch again, not surprise so much as anticipation, because knowing that Toshinori wanted it almost made his heart beat faster than the kiss itself. It made him lean a bit further into it and seem just a bit more wanting than when he was doing it just to initiate.]

[Ah, see, this is a little better. Right? Not just a cheek kiss. Not that Toshinori wouldn't settle for just about anything, but he wanted to at least offer some of himself, give a little of what Aizawa may have wanted... even if Toshi himself couldn't understand the attraction anyone would have toward the hollowed out All Might.

Ah. Right. He's Toshinori Yagi. All Might is, for lack of a better word, dead. Even if some sliver of him resides in this brittle body, that sliver isn't out protecting, or guiding, or being a symbol of anything. He worries, constantly, over the state of things -- he has to trust the heroes who stand tall in his place, but it's so, so hard not to dwell...

He kisses more deeply, curls his fingers in Aizawa's unruly locks, and blanks those insecurities out for the moment. When he finally breaks the kiss, he's a bit breathless, mind fogging.]

... The tea. I'll, um. Make the tea.

[Don't dwell, just kiss.]

[It's difficult to hide how satisfied the kiss has left him. Sure, he'd go as slow as necessary, he's happy with anything, but... Toshinori does want to kiss him. More than just selfishly taking, he can give something back, and maybe both of them feeling like that just makes it a normal relationship. He seems relaxed in a very different way than usual. There's a small, quiet kind of smile on his face.]

[Of course, those lips quirk up to show teeth again at the awkward remembering of tea.]

Right, of course. [He gently runs his fingertips against the back of the other's neck one more time before retracting his arms back to his personal space. He did have to put some things away, after all. But,]

You know, you'll probably have to lean down less on the couch. [Just saying. For once the tea is done.] It's at least worth trying.

[Toshinori's a little disappointed by the break in contact; he's hoping it doesn't show too quickly on his face, because aaaa, how embarrassing, to be that needy. It's just... difficult to explain to even himself, how lacking in that sort of... feeling was. It's not like he's never been without a kind hand, or something. It's nothing so dramatic...! But to have someone in a relationship, who wants to be with you, someone who touches like that...

He nearly sprays blood at the hint of a continuation on the couch. But he'll settle for coughing into his hand and awkwardly shuffling off with that lanky form of his toward the kitchen. Maybe a step too fast. Not that it takes long, with how big his strides can be.]

Tea! Tea, I'll get tea, yes.

[... Go ahead and settle, Shouta, he's gonna work on the tea.

... He wonders if Shouta's hungry, too. They have all those leftovers still...]

[For Shouta, just that was enough to metaphorically recharge his batteries. He still looks tired, that's not going to change with any amount of casual touching, but there's definitely a bit more bounce to his steps. Even when it comes to basic, simple tasks like placing some of his things back in the bathroom, unpacking papers, reclaiming those spaces of Toshinori's place that he had carefully extracted any sign of himself from earlier.]

[If anything, it's a more pointed sign of decoration than he's ever done at his own flat. That apartment was equally sparse except for a few little things with cat motifs he was embarrassed to bring over the first time. He should bring them over now, he thinks idly. He might get called cute again, though. He could wait for sometime that Toshinori did something so embarrassing it would go without question...]

[With everything back in place, he'll settle down on the couch. With some time to spare, he'll text Mic a simple "It worked."]

[Then, maybe bragging a bit, "I'm pretty sure I got his first kiss." The stream of reply texts briefly entertains him before he realizes that if there's just notification after notification he might not get to continue. It's then that he turns his phone off, shoving it into his bag for later and going back to just waiting.]

[Or, well, waiting with pointed looks over to the kitchen where Toshinori is. He'd stolen glances more sparingly before but now he doesn't have to. He doesn't have to pretend to be watching some inane television show, he's watching Toshinori, and taking a heavy amount of satisfaction in any nervous gestures he catches sight of.]

[Toshinori's in the kitchen, certainly having a mini-heart attack while he works. He has to remind himself that this was actually a while coming -- but it doesn't change the fact that it had only all really imploded this morning, all from the letter burning in his pocket. He nearly spills the tea before he forces himself to just relax, geez--

He looks and catches Shouta's gaze before flustering. Oh, he's been watching him act ridiculous, like this is the first time he's had someone over that he's crushing on, or something. Kind of lame, he knows; this isn't remotely new territory now, having Shouta here. After a moment, he returns, placing the tea down in front of them on the small coffee table with a huff.]

You've been enjoying watching me stumble around now, haven't you?

[He sounds humored by it, at least. Even it's kind of embarrassing.]

... Aa, careful, it's still hot.

Absolutely. [There was no point in hiding it. He was obviously watching and obviously enjoying it. He doesn't reach over for the tea, considering it was still hot anyways, and there were more important things to do.]

Did you want to try? [He leans over a bit from his place on the couch. He didn't feel overeager, considering the way Toshinori was preoccupied in the kitchen. He was interested. He'd discovered something new, discovered it was nice, and Shouta was capable of showing him. Somewhere in his mind, he worries that the discovery was all it was. Maybe it wasn't him, it was a desire for affection, to be loved, and anyone would do. There's a quiet grin on his face as he glances over to the table.]

[That would be fine, too. He'd accept that.]

Although, maybe we should just wait for the tea to cool... If you get too distracted, it might end up cold. [One kiss would turn into two kisses and somehow an hour would pass.]

[Stupidly:]

Kissing?

[He almost winces at his own voice.

Just... be yourself, Toshinori. Be what you usually are.

He's just overthinking this. Shouta's just expecting him, not someone who actually knows what the hell they're doing. He looks at him for a moment before huffing, frowning at him. Trying to look serious and failing, really. Good job.]

You're enjoying this, aren't you? You've got that look you get when you're pulling one over on our kids.

[COUGH.]

... Our students. Our students, that is.

[Yes, Toshinori, kissing, this time on the couch. They could also try it in the bed, against a wall, or possibly in the kitchen against the counter. Ah, maybe that would shrink the gap, too, with him sitting on the countertop, but then Toshinori would be standing for a while and...]

[Logistics aside,]

I don't have nearly as much fun with our students as I do with you. ["Our kids," huh. How like Toshinori to view it in that affectionate, familial way. It was another tool to tease him with but Shouta abstains. He could save it for later, if he needed to.]

Should I not tease you so much? [He can restrain himself a little. He likes keeping Toshinori off-balance, he likes the way he seems so out of his element. He just also likes being liked and while he's not good at changing, he can at least hold his tongue.]

Mmm...

Guess I can't complain about it much.

[He stares at him for a moment, before sighing and flopping over to lounge his head in Shouta's lap. You know, just like before, when he'd fallen asleep -- only this time he's taken initiative, because he... actually really liked it, and couldn't ever say it. But of course, looking back, he'd been kind of an oblivious idiot not to connect some dots.

Like, him thinking that Shouta had been... petting him...

He lays there looking up at the other, hands crossed over his stomach, feet hanging off the end of the couch. Such a funny fellow, flustered and scowling a little still, mostly in thought now. This spot... is a pretty good spot. Looking up into that mess of hair before, he hadn't gotten to appreciate the view. It swells something in his heart, and for a moment, he sort of forgets all of the complicated gears at work in his life. The vision from Nighteye, losing his powers, his health and Midoriya's harrowing future as a hero... He doesn't even think before he reaches up and thumbs Shouta's chin, brushing his bottom lip. The feel of his stubble is nice; he could never pull it off, himself.

His fingers tracing up to the scar on Aizawa's cheek is... a natural gesture, it feels like. Easy as writing his name. Maybe there's some hope for him after all.]

There -- now you're taller than me, Shouta-kun.

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