Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
Rating: General
Pairing: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Toshinori Yagi | All Might (EraserMight)
Note: Prompt fill for Day 2 from @erasermight-week /Â Moon | Darkness | though I'd like to look down at the earth from above, I would miss all the places and people I love
The moon is full tonight, possibly the most dangerous time to be out in the open, when magic and magical beings run wild. But for once, Shouta isnât thinking about the dangers awaiting them. Heâs too busy watching the light play on the planes of the kingâs face. Thereâs a small, pale scar on his cheek that catches the moonlight, like a star. Almost perfectly he can imagine if the king was awake, how those dark, mysterious eyes would glisten in the darkness.
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It was his own fault. Well, it was Toshinoriâs fault, actually. That had been their agreement. Shouta would escort the fallen king, help him, but he had to be honest about his limitations. He was supposed to say when they needed to rest. Shouta should have known better. True, Toshinori was better about his own limits now than he ever had been before, perhaps even better than Shouta had expected at first, but he wasnât always completely honest, and Shouta had been picking up the slack, watching for the blond's telltale signs of exhaustion or pain long before Toshinori would admit he needed a break.
But it had been a long two days of little to no sleep, poor food, worse weather, and they were both getting on each otherâs nerves by the time they stopped to make camp, long after the full moon had risen above their heads. He hadnât been in the mood to keep another stubborn old man accountable for his own damn health. And he, admittedly, likely wouldnât have been very kind had Toshinori spoken up before.
The coughing wakes him. Heâs more exhausted than he realized if heâs dosed off while he was supposed to be keeping watch. But their campsite is undisturbed. Across the dying fire, Toshinoriâs entire body shakes with the force of his coughing. Shouta crosses to his side, trying to shake him awake. Nothing seems to draw him from sleep and the coughing only gets worse. Cursing, he grabs their packs, carefully  lifting Toshinoriâs head to shove them under him. Slowly, his coughing subsides, but the shaking doesnât stop.
Brushing long bangs away from his face, Shouta presses the back of his hand to the kingâs gaunt cheek. His skin is ice to the touch. He pushes off the furs piled on top of the king to feel his clothing, and the damp garments stick to him like a second skin, siphoning his usual warmth. He had told Toshinori not to stay in his wet clothes. Why doesnât the stubborn old man ever listen to him?
Shouta peels the damp clothing from Toshinori as carefully as he can, even as he curses the man for the trouble. The fire is little more than sparking embers now, but he lays the garments out as close to it as he dares. Pulling off his own tunic, he lies besides the king, covering them both with the furs and drawing the shivering man to his chest.
Even this smaller, skeleton form of the man towers over Shouta when theyâre standing, commanding attention wherever they go, bright hair catching the light like he still wore a crown rather than living on the run, searching for some long-lost strength or an heir to his power, to his kingdom. But like this, tonight, he feels small and fragile in Shoutaâs arms. In his sleep he huddles closer to the warmth Shouta offers, naturally curling tighter to protect his injured side.
Shouta feels gooseflesh rise over his skin at the brush of Toshinoriâs cold fingers against his chest, but he doesnât dare pull away. He can feel his stuttering breath brushing over his collarbone and an erratic heartbeat under his hands curled around Toshinoriâs back.
âHow are we going to get anywhere if you donât take care of yourself, you old fool?â Shouta whispers into the night. His hands seem to move of their own accord, coming up to run through Toshinoriâs wild, sunflower hair. He tucks unruly bangs behind his ear and Toshinoriâs head moves with the touch, leaning into Shoutaâs palm until heâs cradling the sleeping kingâs face in his hands.
The moon is full tonight, possibly the most dangerous time to be out in the open, when magic and magical beings run wild. But for once, Shouta isnât thinking about the dangers awaiting them. Heâs too busy watching the light play on the planes of the kingâs face. Thereâs a small, pale scar on his cheek that catches the moonlight, like a star. Almost perfectly he can imagine if the king was awake, how those dark, mysterious eyes would glisten in the darkness.
In the light of day, he wouldnât dare, but in the darkness Shouta has always been more comfortable, confident â brave. Bending his head, he presses a kiss to Toshinoriâs forehead, holding the king as close as he dared. And miraculously, he felt just a little bit warmer.
Shouta doesnât know when he falls asleep, but when he wakes again, it is still dark. The moon no longer hangs directly overhead, so surely morning is not far, but for the moment, the forest hangs in the quiet darkness of an uncertain time. Their fire has gone out completely, and he should get up and move their clothes to hang somewhere before dew gathers, but he is warm and surprisingly comfortable. He isnât even entirely sure what woke him, until he finally meets the bright eyes watching him.
ââŚYour Majesty,â Shouta isnât sure why the title comes out of his mouth now, but he sees a flash of curiosity as Toshinori notices the uncharacteristic greeting.
âShouta,â he replies, voice so soft Shouta is almost certain heâs imagined it. The king has never used his given name before, why would he ever start now? âWhy are we lying together?â
âYour wet clothes. You were freezing last night.â Though he can clearly feel the warmth rushing off the king now from the way theyâre intertwined under the furs, he reaches up and brushes a hand against his forehead. Foolishly, he remembers now the kiss he left there just hours before. âYouâre warm enough now.â
He starts to pull away, but Toshinori reaches for him. Long, crooked fingers grasp his arm, callouses tugging ever so slightly at the bandage still wrapped around his elbow.
âStay,â Toshinori whispers, and it sounds like a plea in the dark. âJust until first light.â
Shoutaâs hand slips down, settling against the side of his throat. He can feel Toshinoriâs pulse thrumming under his fingers, and it feels steadier than itâs been in a long time.
Blue eyes watch him, waiting for him to make a decision, and for once they donât flinch away when he meets their gaze. Perhaps, he isnât the only one braver in the dark.
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Had a dream the other night where was young woman. Both of her arms were robot arms from elbows to the tips of her fingers. Some evil beings / creatures were after her and they managed to get a hold on her hands. Rise Raphael was there with her and he hit hard on her left arm first and then right one (from the side) and her arms fell off (easily) and beings left back in the shadows. Right after this Raphael realized what he had done and he sorta went into panic as he reached for her, staring her âhalfâ arms. âOh no, what did I do?! Iâm so sorry! Did I hurt you!?â She smiled and laughed assuring Raphael that she was most fine since she doesnât feel any pain when her arms are taken off etc. (I assume she takes them off for the night) It took a while before Raphael accepted this knowing he, indeed, hadnât hurt her.
Then last night there was 2 women with me and third person as well. Not sure who it was tho. These 2 women, young ones, were selling buildings / places. I know they had sold 2 place already with the price of 5million euros. Iâm not sure tho was it me who had bought them or someone else. They were selling their third, and last place and they said price to be 4.5million âŹ. I thought I will buy that place and I realized I can try to get it with lower price so I stated I will pay 4million euros for it. They agreed instantly, but the price then was 3.999.999âŹ. Right after the deal, no any papers were signed etc., I realized what I had done. I instantly started to worry that how the hell I am supposed to pay that huge price with my current incomes! I started to count how many years I would need to pay if I can pay 400⏠monthly to them but I went into such panic mode, starting to think how my trip to Japan will now be cancelled since I wonât be able to save money there etc. Then I woke up in confused state of not knowing have I really go buy something that expensive and how to pay it etc. even that I know I havenât bought anything expensive. If I ever get, for example, 4million âŹ, I will go spend it on some nice stuff but before that I want to share some of that money, help poor people and animals <3
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