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Let’s get married, Eraser!

Boku no Hero Academia | Ep 99 | I’m not someone who will waste my time on something pointless.

"   I  KNOW,   and  i  don't  want  you  or  her  feel  like  you  have  to  promise  anything.    "    mirio  glances  towards  the  hand  on  his  shoulder,  then  towards  the  teacher.  he  sees  what  she  sees  in  him.   despite  the  appearance  that  clings  to  his  shoulders  like  a  road-worn  cloak,  he  sees  protection;  he  sees  a  safe  place  to  hide  —   to  be  something  genuine  without  judgement.    "  i  do  see  her  progress,   and  i'm  so  proud  of  her.   "    he  bites  down  on  his  lip,  displaying  a  rare  sign  of  anxiety.    "  it  feels  selfish  to  want  my  quirk  back,   especially  when  it's  caused  her  so  much  harm  in  the  past.   "

" listen to me, mirio. " a sigh escapes his lips, sharing in the student's exhaustion. his hand withdraws, shifting to nest within his pockets. " eri counts on you more than you realize. you've done nothing but provided her a sanctuary that she previously never experienced. " his voice, low and rumbling, has its edges softened as he speaks to him. he stands just beside him, facing the opposite direction, though maintaining his eye contact. " there's nothing selfish about wanting a part of you back. nothing selfish about needing the help. i just want you to know that it wasn't your quirk that saved eri, back then. it was you. "

“  I  MEAN,   SURE.   i'll  accept  that.   ”     a  piece  of  sashimi  is  placed  in  her  mouth.  a  half-empty  beer  sits  beside  her  plate.   her  third  beer  of  the  night  with  at  least  two  more  in  her  sights.   why  not?   when  things  are  just  getting  good.  they've  dug  through  surface-level  catching  up  and  gossip.   now  to  the  root  of  them  both.     “   i  do  the  same  thing.   but  how  good  is  your  hero  and  teaching  work  gonna  be  when  you're  exhausted?  if  you're  struggling  to  keep  your  eyes  open,  that's  an  issue  for  you  in  itself.   rest  is  important,   eraser!   "

" I FIND THE TIME. " she's going to have something to say about that, he knows; emi's too nosy to let that one go. still, between his caffeinated tea and impromptu naps throughout the day, he's doing enough to keep himself sustained. shōta reaches for his beer, slipping his fingers around its neck, the glass slick with perspiration. beads of water hit his clammy hand, coming as a faint relief; the air swells with humidity, flecking the back of his neck with a thin layer of sweat that his black hair sticks to. " and before you get too ahead of yourself, spare me the lecture, " he says, raising the bottle to his lips. " this is nothing i haven't heard from you before. "

both versions are on my Inprnt! (angieroselli)

IT'S  COLD,  but  he's  used  to  that  now.   with  a  frame  so  thin,   there's  little  meat  on  bones  to  do  any  internal  warming.   he  relies  on  his  winter  attire  to  keep  out  the  wind,   but  even  then,   it  creeps  in;    one  way  or  another,   it  always  creeps  in.   it's  not  just  the  stars  that  remind  him  of  his  youth,   but  this  chill  too.   he  remembers  running  —  running  towards  a  future  that  has  somehow  planted  him  here,   among  the  stars,   with  aizawa.   it's  been  strange  since  deciding  to  live  after  the  end  of  all-might.   things  that  would've  gone  unnoticed  and  unappreciated  before  are  suddenly  the  things  he  clings  to.   this  is  what  he  clings  to.   this  held-breath  of  a  moment.   this  thrill  before  a  grand  drop.    "  you  know  me  well.   "   better  than  toshinori  had  anticipated  or  expected  —  and  yet  appreciates  all  the  same.   the  feeling  of  his  knee  once  would've  elicited  his  attention,   but  he  keeps  his  eyes  upward.      "    i  don't  think  so.  they  don't  need  me  in  there,  do  i?   i'm  not  ready  to  leave  yet.   "    toshinori  can  almost  hear  the  murmur  of  nana  on  his  ear.   he's  a  good  one;   don't  lose  him.    "   come  closer  ...  you  look  cold.    "

HE MOVES NEARER. despite such a weakened body, toshinori still offers himself so easily towards him. perhaps it would be wrong to take so greedily, to want so hungrily, but shōta is not without his own sacrifice; his broader body, too, offers warmth amid the frigid air, biting like milk-teeth, into their skin. at the very least, the cold is a reminder of their life; the gooseflesh that stand erect on their skin, the breath that releases, like fumes, from nostrils sucking in the thin, bitter air. his jaw is tight, muscles tensed in hopes of conserving as much heat as possible. his body offends from the spirit of winter. and nestled close to toshinori, it nearly feels as though they're the only two for miles out, as if the stars themselves put on such a show just for them. " no. just needed the break. " his hand raises, knitting his fingers through thick, black hair, pushing a few cowlicks out of the way. " get away from all of that noise. you know how they can be. " his hand drops to his lap, slowly easing towards his, and resting just close enough to brush against his cool skin. " i take it you needed the escape, too. "