[Aizawa settles in, albeit gingerly. He is exhausted, and still fully dressed besides. He starts unraveling the binding cloth from his neck as he leans back in the chair, his shoulder and thigh both pressed pretty tight against Toshinori's.
(He felt a little thrill at the slight push, the quiet but definite expression of desire. He's been dealing with a sublimated crush on Toshinori Yagi for much, much longer than they've actually been together, and every small moment feels so gratifying.]
I'm fine.
[He shuts his eyes, his fingers still working deftly at the scarf.]
It's fine to stay informed, but I hope you aren't getting any ideas.
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(He felt a little thrill at the slight push, the quiet but definite expression of desire. He's been dealing with a sublimated crush on Toshinori Yagi for much, much longer than they've actually been together, and every small moment feels so gratifying.]
I'm fine.
[He shuts his eyes, his fingers still working deftly at the scarf.]
It's fine to stay informed, but I hope you aren't getting any ideas.