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[blastedass]

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[blastedass]

[stubborn bastard. why'd he have to fall in love with someone as willing to move as a glacier? growl at him for wanting to sleep beside an injured boyfriend and those dual-colored eyes stare back at him without hearing a damn word. it'd be fun to watch shouto fight a nurse, but he's too tired to deal with that kind of noise. argue about it in the morning, when he growls at the matron to find a cot and bring it into his room. IF he even needs it. because he'll be doing his damnest to get out of the hospital tomorrow! these injuries are nothing compared to past wounds! fuck wasting away in a stupid bed. doctors prodding and coddling him. piss off, he knows what he can and can't do- OW! fuck! watch where you're putting that hand, half-n-half!] Are you trying to break my ribs?!

[barely a clunk, more a brush, and he's whisper snarling into his boyfriend's face while they settle under medical sheets and blankets. has to tug the entire thing up so those long ass legs can slot down within his own body-warmed wrap and put cold toes to his feet and ankles. che! letting shouto get away with too much. he nudges one leg aside, pushes at the cloth weight tucked so hard below the mattress on all corners, and hooks his ankle over his, gathering those lower legs into his own for a lazy tangle. better than pinching his stupid cheek.

lying on his good side, bad arm resting along his body's skyline, he takes in each facet of shouto's visage. how his bangs hand sideways from his pillow-propped head, broad shoulders taller than his own in this supine position, expression comfortable and bland as always. far better than his concerned frightened face shouting at him and staring worried at his blood. a hero always risks things... not only their own lives, but the people they love and care for. is it weakness or strength to have those bonds? shouto might not have gotten hurt if he hadn't tried to protect him. but that's also part of being a hero... my body, your shield. your love, my strength.

losing sight of his face, he rolls onto his back and lets shouto get comfortable on his chest, head resting atop his heart for each reassuring thud beneath his ribs. no, he's grown up. realized a long time ago people, while annoying, are strengths that come with weaknesses. weaknesses he has to contend with and protect. going back to pure solo... there's no going back to how he used to be. the future's together. fingers slowly drum along shouto's shoulder from where he's hooked his arm around his boyfriend's body, red eyes gazing up at the ceiling in half-lidded contemplation.]

Of course together! Do all that mental gymnastics in your head next time, dumbass. [sheesh! he didn't have to walk him through his stupor turned sadness turned contemplation turned realization. took him long enough to put it together. a wet curl behind his teeth and he clicks his tongue in annoyance tinged with taunting amusement.] Think you're strong enough to live with me?