[When Hizashi taps his foot against the door of Aizawa's bedroom, he half pushes it open with the action. In his hands are two to-go cups of coffee, which should explain why he's knocking with his foot versus with his hand like a normal human being. Instead of the grin that he normally wears, his expression is pensive, which should indicate everything that Aizawa needs to know.]
Hey man, brought you some coffee! Figured you might want some, you know?
[He doesn't run right into the topic he wants to broach, instead waiting to see if Aizawa will pick up on it without it needing to be said.]
[As he steps into the room, Hizashi can probably already see that Aizawa's in approximately the mood he should have expected. He hadn't said anything in the group chat, of course; he'd seen the way Bakugou reacted to Hizashi's message, and he hadn't forgotten the way Bakugou was when he'd run from him at their first meeting, and the last thing he needed was to encourage them to hide and try and play hero without thinking the consequences through, or telling them.
So he's sitting there on his bed, crosslegged, poring over every inch of his capture device by hand, checking the weave carefully with fingers and eyes both as he goes, brows furrowed. He doesn't look up until Hizashi says the word coffee, at which point he pauses, looking up at the blonde with that intense, brooding look on his face.
Yeah, he knows.]
Going to need more than coffee for this problem. But it's a start.
Can't tackle a problem without the right pre-game, Shouta.
[It's a joke, but not one he laughs at as he steps over to sit at the foot of Aizawa's bed, one arm holding out the version of coffee that fits his preferences. His own is full of cream, just two sugars.]
Not sure where to begin with this, you know? I figure we'll probably want to include All Might on the topic. [Which is a heavy, twisted complication. Back home, Toshinori wouldn't be in any condition to fight, but here he's healthier with a quirk that almost mostly works.
And yet, Hizashi still hesitates to rely on Toshinori as they did before Kamino. It feels like taking advantage.]
We haven't talked a lot about everything going on back home, but depending on what's going on there when Shigaraki's shown up, this could be really bad news.
[He emphasizes 'real bad news' heavily, his gaze staring pointedly at the same spot on Aizawa's capture weapon that he himself seems to be looking at.]
[Shouta takes the offered coffee, not even bothering to confirm before taking a sip. Hizashi's known his preferences for years now, he doesn't need to ask. Neither of them do. Although...how long has it been, for him? When is he from? Not that far in the future, he doesn't look any older--not that he ever does--but is that even something he wants to ask, a can of worms he wants to open?
All he does is make a noise deep in his throat, somewhere between a grunt and a hum as he sips at hot, bitter black coffee.]
He should be included. He knows more about the history of that kid than any of the rest of us. Who he's involved with.
[He's careful about his next words, how he phrases them. The question he asks.]
[Hizashi takes a long, careful sip of his own coffee, his gaze flicking up to look at Aizawa's face. It's a very carefully phrased question, coming from him. Hizashi hums into his cup before he swallows the coffee in his mouth, each step deliberate and measured.]
It gets complicated. If this place let him keep his quirks then we're in really big trouble.
[He pauses, thinking.] But that's worst case scenario, man. Last I saw the kid he wasn't conscious. [on purpose.]
[Quirks, plural. Plural. That already says plenty, and so does the look on Hizashi's face. He knows that look. Hizashi's always had his heart on his sleeve, his thoughts in his eyes. He'll have to say something. He's not...good at this, but Hizashi knows that, too, so he'll know what it means.
Taking another slow swallow of coffee, he's quiet a moment before he speaks again.]
I'm not going to ask you about any of it--or most of it, at least. Whatever happens--I know it's bad. You don't look like that over nothing. If you want to tell me, I'll listen. But I'm not going to make you tell me, and I'm not going to be mad at you for anything you don't want to tell me. As long as we can make sure the kids are safe.
[Reaching out with his free hand, he lets it rest lightly on the back of Hizashi's shoulder.]
[He honestly wasn't aware of how tightly he'd been holding his shoulders when he nearly jumps out of his skin as Aizawa's hand finds a place to rest. He exhales a breath that comes out as a laugh.]
Yeah man, no problem. You got it. [He reaches up to place his hand atop the one of Shouta's on him, squeezing his hand just a little.] I don't know everything.
Wanna give me a hint on what you wanna know? [he wants to avoid this so much...]
[Yeah, he's definitely tense. Shouta can feel it even without him jumping like a tightly wound spring at the touch. Still, he doesn't move his hand, leaving it there for a long moment, squeezing his shoulder lightly as Hizashi lays a hand on top of his.
Maybe there are some things they should talk about, but it doesn't have to be everything, and it doesn't have to be tonight. Maybe he can...work on actually talking, for one.
One more squeeze of Hizashi's shoulder, and he takes his hand back, lacing his fingers around the cup of coffee.]
You said quirks. As in more than one. Tell me about them.
I could be wrong, but it's not hard to put two and two together. You know about the nomu, right? How they're... they're [he shifts uncomfortably, crossing one leg over the other as he gestures with his hands uncertainly. This particular line of talk gets uncomfortably close to the thing he doesn't want to talk about.]
They've got a shitty doctor involved with all of it, which is what you need to know. We raided the hospital he worked at, you know? How we got there isn't as important as the fact we got there at all.
[he pauses, pulling his glasses off of his face to rub his hands over his eyes.] The last time I saw Shigaraki he was unconscious in some sort of glass tube, man.
[A hand lifts to rub a thumb over the scar under his right eye, a gesture he's found himself doing more and more when he thinks. A tell. He's not sure he likes it, as a general rule, but in present company it's the last thing on his mind.]
So you think the doctor was doing whatever he did with the nomu to Shigaraki. Enhancing him. Giving him multiple quirks. You haven't seen him use more than the one?
[Not that that one isn't bad enough. He knows from experience. But maybe...maybe they'll be lucky this time. Maybe.]
[Hizashi's eyes track the scar and the movement Shouta makes along it, his lips pressing into a thin line.]
If whatever they were doing worked, yeah it's a solid chance. I was in the middle of hauling that nasty piece of trash out of the hospital when I got here.
[He viscerally remembers just how disgusting he felt simply having to have his hands on the guy's body in order to do it. His face twists at the thought.]
I blew out the tube, you know? When we stormed in. The kid was on the ground, not moving, but something felt off.
[So as it turns out, even here they're both incredibly busy people, so after all the weirdness that went on and the absolute alternate reality that Hizashi experienced ( and Shouta doesn't remember ) they've hardly seen each other for very long.
It's left Hizashi with a lot of unresolved, but slowly easing questions, ones he's not exactly been keen on straightening out with Shouta. But, despite some vaguely confusing feelings in the back of his mind, he's not going to miss his best friend's birthday. Which, is why he's currently leaning against the doorframe to Shouta's room, arms crossed with a package underneath one and a grin on his face.]
Please tell me you didn't forget what today is, now that you're a super famous model.
[It has been a while since they've had more than a brief conversation in passing, but Shouta's pretty sure that's more to do with the adjustment than anything. His new 'job', if you can even call it that (he's only decided to keep it because it lets him travel frequently, keep an eye on everyone and everything, go places he'd normally be denied access--and the cats are a bonus) keeps him busy, and like many of those they know he's been struggling to put the pieces together about what happened to September and what's changed since.
Not their friendship, of course. Even if something feels odd there, too. Like something he should remember, something important, but he can't. Their friendship is still there, still strong, still the same, at least he tells himself that's the case, and that's why he lowers the paper he's reading from over his head to give Hizashi a Look, equal parts resigned and tolerant.]
I was hoping you had. Please tell me there's not an entire living room full of people out there you've snuck in to torment me.
Like I'm going to forget my best friend's birthday! That'd be a total and utter ultra bummer if you ask me!
[He laughs, but then reaches up to clap his hands over his heart, the present under his arm remaining secure. It's a dramatic movement, one that he follows up with taking a step or two inside the room.]
I'm wounded! Hurt! I know you better than to shove fifty people in our shared townhouse for you to stumble on. I've got nothing like that planned! Just gonna drag you out to get groceries for dinner later.
[Honestly, this feels normal, this feels good. No weirdness, no tension outside of the thrum in the back of Hizashi's senses. There's a pause, then he tosses the package over towards Shouta. Inside is a combination hoodie and scarf combo. They're clearly not Hizashi's taste, but what he HOPES Shouta would actually find some use for.]
[The inflection is deliberate, as he lifts his hands to catch the tossed package. Soft, he thinks; clothing of some type, maybe, and for a moment he pauses, stretching out the moment. Maybe a little because it feels nice, like it's something he's been missing. Maybe because he has.
After a second's pause of eyeing Hizashi, he opens the package--and honestly, the contents are touching, both surprising and not at the same time.]
What's this? No bright colors? No metal studs or attempts at fashion?
[There's a tiny shadow of a smile on his lips as his hands brush over the soft fleece of the hoodie, one of those smiles that almost no one can spot.]
Thanks, Hizashi. I missed yours, didn't I? Right before I got here.
Yeah nothing like that! I told you what I had planned dude. Acting suspicious like that's gonna hurt my feelings.
[But he very attentively watches Shouta open up his package, arms folded over his chest, posture content and relaxed as he leans in the doorframe. He even laughs at the jabs about his fashion sense.]
Hey the studs and leather are my thing. Not yours. You've always been more subdued, so a present should fit your tastes not mine, man.
[He doesn't miss that smile though, and Hizashi takes some pride in being able to please his friend that well. The warm little flip in his chest that accompanies it, is more surprising. It's a very different sort of feeling, one that Makes Hizashi hesitate for a second. Oh no.
He's quick to push the thoughts aside, however, as Shouta speaks again.]
Hey man, my birthday present was you showing up. --Not that I'm excited to have you trapped here also but, you know. It was good to see you and all that.
[There's no venom in the words, just a gentle teasing, a tiny nudge that feels more like testing the waters than it should. He doesn't remember much about that missing month--flashes here and there, strange dreams, the odd impulses to text Shigaraki--but there's something here that makes him feel similarly. Something that makes him hesitate, pausing for a moment before he answers.]
Seriously though, thanks. I love them.
[The silence is a tiny bit uncomfortable, at least on his end; he's not really one for this kind of sentiment, and Hizashi knows that. After a moment, he sets the hoodie and scarf aside and laces his fingers in his lap.]
I know what you meant. We get more done together. As a team. I wouldn't want to be here alone, either. Or--well. Toshinori means well, but...you know.
[He hums to himself, tilting his head towards the doorframe as his eyes track along the top of the wall of Shouta's room where it meets the ceiling.]
Depends on when you wanna eat. Could go now, yeah. I've got another errand to run first, you ok with keeping me company? Or being my chaperone, whatever get you to agree to hang out with me again.
[Nevermind that Hizashi is the one that's been weird about things. A little avoidant, a little less handsy, just a hairsbreadth less in Shouta's space, when they manage to be together. It's eased a little with time, but he hasn't broached the subject of that missing time, since he still remembers everything, including the way it felt to kiss his best friend.]
[It's a concession as much as it is confession. The missing month, the changes here none of the natives seem to notice, Katsuki and his single-minded insistence on trying to get himself and others killed, his job change, Hizashi's efforts to--well, he doesn't know, really, and that's enough to make him feel guilty. Enough that he climbs to his feet, and after a moment's thought, tugs the newly acquired hoodie on over his henley.]
I'll come with. I'm not doing anything but giving myself a headache here. Where to?
[Hizashi grins ear to ear when Shouta immediately puts on the hoodie. He doesn't need any more evidence to determine whether Shouta likes his gift or not. Standing up straight he nods his head towards the door.]
Outside, oh cozy one. The place I need to go isn't far from the grocery shop.
[He doesn't waste any time in heading towards the front door either, grabbign keys and wallet as he strides towards the door. Opening it, he steps aside for Shouta to go first.] It'll be quick, promise.
[Shouta very deliberately does not acknowledge that pleased grin, or the strange warmth that it sparks that feels oddly normal and at the same time at odds with what it usually sparks. Instead, he checks his pockets to ensure he's got his own necessary items, keys and wallet and phone, and follows Hizashi to the door.]
Not a big deal. It takes as long as it takes. Like I said, I didn't have any plans for the day. What are you thinking for dinner?
Mmm... Dunno. Hadn't really thought about it. Your favorite food consists of jelly packets. But I was kind of thinking Hotpot. It's cold enough for it, yeah?
[They're outside now, and as they walk, Hizashi juts his elbow out to playfully jab Shouta. He has the urge to push some hair behind one of Shouta's ears, but he ignores it. Instead, he chooses to focus on the excitement of surprising him with the rest of his gift. As they walk though, he watches Shouta out of the corner of his eye.]
So, modeling. You going to stick with it after all?
[ Aizawa will find outside his home on Christmas morning a small package wrapped in dark blue and gold paper. Within it is a small tin of a custom tea blend that Momo put together, a decaf black tea with notes of hazelnut, cinnamon, vanilla, and cocoa, along with a new mug to drink it in.
[On Christmas Eve, Aizawa will find a brightly wrapped gift box delivered to his home with a card signed by the spacey-est of all his students. It reads, very nicely and neatly: Merry Christmas, Aizawa-sensei!! Please accept this gift, and my thanks for all you've done for me up until now. I don't say it enough, but you're an incredible teacher, and I'm so grateful to have you looking out for me. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way, so please know we all appreciate you very much. ♥
The gift itself will include a bunch of various cat toys and treats, for the kittens they've adopted recently, but also a pair of cozy slippers that are bound to keep him warm this chilly season.]
No one has to ask who wouldn't stick around to say hello. Did he even need to include the tag? Not really. It's just a normal day in Villain land where he can't move past something that nags constantly in the back of his mind. Even more after Twice and his short conversation he hadn't been able to stop the thoughts. It was the reason he and Twice tried to never talk about what happened in September, neither of them wanted to remember for their own, various reasons. It just kept getting in the way in various ways for both.
Those ways had sponged their spiny fingers into his head and absorbed him in them enough that he had left things both for "Shouta" and Hizashi's respectfully just to make it stop niggling.
For Aizawa he left a simple lidded box with some cat tea bags, a mug and an impulse buy that maybe would help them measure the food for their tinier acquisitions.
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[Action] 1st Week of August-ish.
Hey man, brought you some coffee! Figured you might want some, you know?
[He doesn't run right into the topic he wants to broach, instead waiting to see if Aizawa will pick up on it without it needing to be said.]
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So he's sitting there on his bed, crosslegged, poring over every inch of his capture device by hand, checking the weave carefully with fingers and eyes both as he goes, brows furrowed. He doesn't look up until Hizashi says the word coffee, at which point he pauses, looking up at the blonde with that intense, brooding look on his face.
Yeah, he knows.]
Going to need more than coffee for this problem. But it's a start.
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[It's a joke, but not one he laughs at as he steps over to sit at the foot of Aizawa's bed, one arm holding out the version of coffee that fits his preferences. His own is full of cream, just two sugars.]
Not sure where to begin with this, you know? I figure we'll probably want to include All Might on the topic. [Which is a heavy, twisted complication. Back home, Toshinori wouldn't be in any condition to fight, but here he's healthier with a quirk that almost mostly works.
And yet, Hizashi still hesitates to rely on Toshinori as they did before Kamino. It feels like taking advantage.]
We haven't talked a lot about everything going on back home, but depending on what's going on there when Shigaraki's shown up, this could be really bad news.
[He emphasizes 'real bad news' heavily, his gaze staring pointedly at the same spot on Aizawa's capture weapon that he himself seems to be looking at.]
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All he does is make a noise deep in his throat, somewhere between a grunt and a hum as he sips at hot, bitter black coffee.]
He should be included. He knows more about the history of that kid than any of the rest of us. Who he's involved with.
[He's careful about his next words, how he phrases them. The question he asks.]
It gets worse, doesn't it?
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It gets complicated. If this place let him keep his quirks then we're in really big trouble.
[He pauses, thinking.] But that's worst case scenario, man. Last I saw the kid he wasn't conscious. [on purpose.]
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Taking another slow swallow of coffee, he's quiet a moment before he speaks again.]
I'm not going to ask you about any of it--or most of it, at least. Whatever happens--I know it's bad. You don't look like that over nothing. If you want to tell me, I'll listen. But I'm not going to make you tell me, and I'm not going to be mad at you for anything you don't want to tell me. As long as we can make sure the kids are safe.
[Reaching out with his free hand, he lets it rest lightly on the back of Hizashi's shoulder.]
Okay?
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Yeah man, no problem. You got it. [He reaches up to place his hand atop the one of Shouta's on him, squeezing his hand just a little.] I don't know everything.
Wanna give me a hint on what you wanna know? [he wants to avoid this so much...]
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Maybe there are some things they should talk about, but it doesn't have to be everything, and it doesn't have to be tonight. Maybe he can...work on actually talking, for one.
One more squeeze of Hizashi's shoulder, and he takes his hand back, lacing his fingers around the cup of coffee.]
You said quirks. As in more than one. Tell me about them.
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I could be wrong, but it's not hard to put two and two together. You know about the nomu, right? How they're... they're [he shifts uncomfortably, crossing one leg over the other as he gestures with his hands uncertainly. This particular line of talk gets uncomfortably close to the thing he doesn't want to talk about.]
They've got a shitty doctor involved with all of it, which is what you need to know. We raided the hospital he worked at, you know? How we got there isn't as important as the fact we got there at all.
[he pauses, pulling his glasses off of his face to rub his hands over his eyes.] The last time I saw Shigaraki he was unconscious in some sort of glass tube, man.
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[A hand lifts to rub a thumb over the scar under his right eye, a gesture he's found himself doing more and more when he thinks. A tell. He's not sure he likes it, as a general rule, but in present company it's the last thing on his mind.]
So you think the doctor was doing whatever he did with the nomu to Shigaraki. Enhancing him. Giving him multiple quirks. You haven't seen him use more than the one?
[Not that that one isn't bad enough. He knows from experience. But maybe...maybe they'll be lucky this time. Maybe.]
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If whatever they were doing worked, yeah it's a solid chance. I was in the middle of hauling that nasty piece of trash out of the hospital when I got here.
[He viscerally remembers just how disgusting he felt simply having to have his hands on the guy's body in order to do it. His face twists at the thought.]
I blew out the tube, you know? When we stormed in. The kid was on the ground, not moving, but something felt off.
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[Action] November 8th
It's left Hizashi with a lot of unresolved, but slowly easing questions, ones he's not exactly been keen on straightening out with Shouta. But, despite some vaguely confusing feelings in the back of his mind, he's not going to miss his best friend's birthday. Which, is why he's currently leaning against the doorframe to Shouta's room, arms crossed with a package underneath one and a grin on his face.]
Please tell me you didn't forget what today is, now that you're a super famous model.
[He has to get a LITTLE teasing in.]
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Not their friendship, of course. Even if something feels odd there, too. Like something he should remember, something important, but he can't. Their friendship is still there, still strong, still the same, at least he tells himself that's the case, and that's why he lowers the paper he's reading from over his head to give Hizashi a Look, equal parts resigned and tolerant.]
I was hoping you had. Please tell me there's not an entire living room full of people out there you've snuck in to torment me.
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[He laughs, but then reaches up to clap his hands over his heart, the present under his arm remaining secure. It's a dramatic movement, one that he follows up with taking a step or two inside the room.]
I'm wounded! Hurt! I know you better than to shove fifty people in our shared townhouse for you to stumble on. I've got nothing like that planned! Just gonna drag you out to get groceries for dinner later.
[Honestly, this feels normal, this feels good. No weirdness, no tension outside of the thrum in the back of Hizashi's senses. There's a pause, then he tosses the package over towards Shouta. Inside is a combination hoodie and scarf combo. They're clearly not Hizashi's taste, but what he HOPES Shouta would actually find some use for.]
Open it up, yeah?
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[The inflection is deliberate, as he lifts his hands to catch the tossed package. Soft, he thinks; clothing of some type, maybe, and for a moment he pauses, stretching out the moment. Maybe a little because it feels nice, like it's something he's been missing. Maybe because he has.
After a second's pause of eyeing Hizashi, he opens the package--and honestly, the contents are touching, both surprising and not at the same time.]
What's this? No bright colors? No metal studs or attempts at fashion?
[There's a tiny shadow of a smile on his lips as his hands brush over the soft fleece of the hoodie, one of those smiles that almost no one can spot.]
Thanks, Hizashi. I missed yours, didn't I? Right before I got here.
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[But he very attentively watches Shouta open up his package, arms folded over his chest, posture content and relaxed as he leans in the doorframe. He even laughs at the jabs about his fashion sense.]
Hey the studs and leather are my thing. Not yours. You've always been more subdued, so a present should fit your tastes not mine, man.
[He doesn't miss that smile though, and Hizashi takes some pride in being able to please his friend that well. The warm little flip in his chest that accompanies it, is more surprising. It's a very different sort of feeling, one that Makes Hizashi hesitate for a second. Oh no.
He's quick to push the thoughts aside, however, as Shouta speaks again.]
Hey man, my birthday present was you showing up. --Not that I'm excited to have you trapped here also but, you know. It was good to see you and all that.
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[There's no venom in the words, just a gentle teasing, a tiny nudge that feels more like testing the waters than it should. He doesn't remember much about that missing month--flashes here and there, strange dreams, the odd impulses to text Shigaraki--but there's something here that makes him feel similarly. Something that makes him hesitate, pausing for a moment before he answers.]
Seriously though, thanks. I love them.
[The silence is a tiny bit uncomfortable, at least on his end; he's not really one for this kind of sentiment, and Hizashi knows that. After a moment, he sets the hoodie and scarf aside and laces his fingers in his lap.]
I know what you meant. We get more done together. As a team. I wouldn't want to be here alone, either. Or--well. Toshinori means well, but...you know.
So, groceries. Now or later?
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[He hums to himself, tilting his head towards the doorframe as his eyes track along the top of the wall of Shouta's room where it meets the ceiling.]
Depends on when you wanna eat. Could go now, yeah. I've got another errand to run first, you ok with keeping me company? Or being my chaperone, whatever get you to agree to hang out with me again.
[Nevermind that Hizashi is the one that's been weird about things. A little avoidant, a little less handsy, just a hairsbreadth less in Shouta's space, when they manage to be together. It's eased a little with time, but he hasn't broached the subject of that missing time, since he still remembers everything, including the way it felt to kiss his best friend.]
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[It's a concession as much as it is confession. The missing month, the changes here none of the natives seem to notice, Katsuki and his single-minded insistence on trying to get himself and others killed, his job change, Hizashi's efforts to--well, he doesn't know, really, and that's enough to make him feel guilty. Enough that he climbs to his feet, and after a moment's thought, tugs the newly acquired hoodie on over his henley.]
I'll come with. I'm not doing anything but giving myself a headache here. Where to?
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[Hizashi grins ear to ear when Shouta immediately puts on the hoodie. He doesn't need any more evidence to determine whether Shouta likes his gift or not. Standing up straight he nods his head towards the door.]
Outside, oh cozy one. The place I need to go isn't far from the grocery shop.
[He doesn't waste any time in heading towards the front door either, grabbign keys and wallet as he strides towards the door. Opening it, he steps aside for Shouta to go first.] It'll be quick, promise.
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Not a big deal. It takes as long as it takes. Like I said, I didn't have any plans for the day. What are you thinking for dinner?
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[They're outside now, and as they walk, Hizashi juts his elbow out to playfully jab Shouta. He has the urge to push some hair behind one of Shouta's ears, but he ignores it. Instead, he chooses to focus on the excitement of surprising him with the rest of his gift. As they walk though, he watches Shouta out of the corner of his eye.]
So, modeling. You going to stick with it after all?
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A Christmas delivery
Merry Christmas! ]
Christmas Gift Delivery!
The gift itself will include a bunch of various cat toys and treats, for the kittens they've adopted recently, but also a pair of cozy slippers that are bound to keep him warm this chilly season.]
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Those ways had sponged their spiny fingers into his head and absorbed him in them enough that he had left things both for "Shouta" and Hizashi's respectfully just to make it stop niggling.
For Aizawa he left a simple lidded box with some cat tea bags, a mug and an impulse buy that maybe would help them measure the food for their tinier acquisitions.