[ Another short, small noise escapes him when a part of his sleep-addled brain registers that Izuku has spoken to him, but Shouto doesn't immediately respond otherwise. It takes quite a bit for him to wake up when it's on his own, no rush needed, no disaster on the horizon. And Izuku is such a calming presence that he doesn't even really remember falling asleep the night before, despite the fact he was looking at the sleeping Izuku's face for a time before sleep claimed him after.
He doesn't know what to do what these feelings. Doesn't understand them. It isn't something he's ever felt before, even if he's known affection from his mother, from Fuyumi. (He hasn't seen Touya in years, and Natsuo only came into his life recently - no time for affection when you're still getting to know one another.)
But Shouto blinks open his eyes, bleary, sleep-heavy, and regards Izuku without really registering that he's been stared at. No, he feels something for his waterbending teacher, who has been trying to soothe the jagged motions that have bled over from firebending into his waterbending, turned flowing water into deadly ice from years and years. ]
G'morning. [ With the clearing of his throat to get rid of the thickness in his voice, he brings his hand up to rub his fist against his eyes. ] Breakfast?
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He doesn't know what to do what these feelings. Doesn't understand them. It isn't something he's ever felt before, even if he's known affection from his mother, from Fuyumi. (He hasn't seen Touya in years, and Natsuo only came into his life recently - no time for affection when you're still getting to know one another.)
But Shouto blinks open his eyes, bleary, sleep-heavy, and regards Izuku without really registering that he's been stared at. No, he feels something for his waterbending teacher, who has been trying to soothe the jagged motions that have bled over from firebending into his waterbending, turned flowing water into deadly ice from years and years. ]
G'morning. [ With the clearing of his throat to get rid of the thickness in his voice, he brings his hand up to rub his fist against his eyes. ] Breakfast?