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@erasermight-week day 8: free day (nursing au) | Twitter | "If I may ask, what's your quirk?"

Toshinori watches as Aizawa looks up from his paperwork, brows furrowed. "Recovery Girl didn't tell you?" "She said I'd understand better if I asked you in person," Toshinori offers with a shake of his head, though he wonders if he gave the wrong answer if that scowl is anything to go by. But Aizawa sets the impressively large stack back down on the table before carding his fingers together over the mug of tea Toshinori offered him earlier, expression unreadable. "Before I answer, did she even tell you why I'm here at all?" Maybe it's because of his persona as All Might that Aizawa is understandably cautious, and it's true that he protested plenty at the start. But at the end of the day Toshinori is well aware of what's happening to him—of what's /been/ happening for the past several years. "Yes." Then, because he doesn't feel like that gives Chiyo's words justice— "She says you're the best in your field, and that if you think we'll be a good fit then you'll be my...caretaker." Because even though this is one of his better days, those are steadily becoming few and far between, and like many other aspects in his life that he once took for granted they’ll eventually disappear entirely. Toshinori smiles as he waits for Aizawa's verdict, but even though he's faced the worst that humanity has to offer, there's something about that heavy gaze that puts him on edge. "I don't do requests like this. Period," Aizawa finally starts with a frankness that Toshinori is gradually coming to expect. "The only reason I'm here now is because she finally decided to cash in all her favors. To be honest, I've never been a fan of your recklessness and there’s nothing saying that won’t happen here. I don’t just /think/ this is a bad idea, I know it." "Ah." He... isn’t sure how he’s meant to feel about that. Toshinori's smile becomes strained, but before he can muster a response Aizawa cuts his thoughts off with a simple— "I can erase pain." 

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@erasermight-week day 6: forbidden / uncertainty / if i be wrong, if i be right, let me be here, with you, tonight

When a calloused hand traces over the worn scar Toshinori’s breath hitches. But Shōta’s gaze doesn’t stray from his face, and while his exploration is lazy, there’s a sharpness in those half-lidded eyes that seems to be searching for his permission. ”Nervous, All Might?” Toshinori knows there’s something significant about how Shōta refers to him, accented by how his hand curls so carefully over the warped skin like it’s something to be cherished rather than condemned. The flush on Toshinori’s face darkens, but when he leans in and presses their foreheads together his shaky smile is nothing short of genuine. ”Of being everything that you deserve? Always.”

He chuckles, heart swelling. “But of you? Never.” | Twitter |

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@erasermight-week 2018 day 1:  summer / exploration / i will never forget those nights; i wonder if it was a dream

Shōta's never liked summer. In his opinion, there isn’t much to like about a season that's hellbent on melting all attempts at rational thought into an indiscernible puddle. Even when he’s stripped down to the bare necessities, with the curtains drawn tight and the fan cranked to its highest setting, relief still feels like a far off dream just out of his reach. That is, until cool aluminum suddenly presses against his face. Shōta jolts out of his stupor, groaning as he fumbles for the can and nearly knocks it out of Toshinori's hand in the process. However, when laughter erupts from behind him, a different sort of heat flushes across his cheeks. Shōta's never liked summer, but liking the Sun is an entirely different story. | Twitter |