he's nodding off, gaze blearing into cloudy shapes while dreams fold into the cracks where reality has left him thus far. the space that toshinori fills beside him is warm, and it is a good reminder that aizawa's safe. he tucks himself into his partner's side, hands clutching rather pathetically at his arms while he mumbles a final endearment into the balmy air. it feels a little too good to be here, but he's not sleeping yet.
it’s hard not to keep the lovestruck smile off of toshinori’s face, a low, happy flush riding on the former pro’s face. it only seems to grow as aizawa nestles himself into the taller’s side, feeling the other slip his arms around his, holding it close to his chest. slowly. toshinori shifts so they’re laying down on the sofa, gently moving aizawa to lay on his chest, wrapping long arms around his body as he buries his nose in dark hair. he can’t help but inhale aizawa’s scent, a feeling of home washing over him in lazy waves, the sense of being safe and home filling his veins more than one for all ever could. “love you.” he mumbles into hair, kissing the top of aizawa’s head with the look of a man who’s lost his heart forever and always.
