Mmn, [is the grunt that sends him off into deep, dreamless sleep, warmth and weight on his side that somehow feels foreign and familiar at the same time. his exhaustion works in his favor for sharing a bed in such close proximity with someone else for the first time; where normally his uncertainty and discomfort might keep him awake, might make him hyper-focus on the wrong parts of this, being completely sapped and sated means shutting that part of his brain off and just getting done honest to goodness rest]
[he doesn't squirm in his sleep, lays still and soft and peaceful, leaning perpetually into the comfort of another body, until a burn of sunlight starts to pierce into his eyelids, the curtains left drawn open]
[waking feels like slowly coming back into his own body, sore and tender but comfortably so — like after a hard fight full of victory or the rest after breaking some personal goal in the gym, full of accomplishments. there's breath fanning is skin that he leans away from to steal a gaze, Midoriya's repose easy and trusting, dark curls askew around his face, freckles burnt in the warm light. Todoroki feels his chest do something strange, heartstrings lacing around the organ and pulling taut as a corset, suffocating in its own right. the arm beneath that weight prickles numbly and he gives it a testing squeeze, all pins and needles, trapped beneath his solidity.]
[it pains him to wake him, but... there are places he wants to kiss on him, and he can't do it — I want to be awake to remember everything — with him asleep like this]
Midoriya. [it's low, meant to lure him back to reality rather than shove him into it harshly, his free hand raising to cup a cheek and run a thumb across his bottom lip]
[a princely gentleman, waking his lover from slumber — ]
I RETURN and 1/2
[he doesn't squirm in his sleep, lays still and soft and peaceful, leaning perpetually into the comfort of another body, until a burn of sunlight starts to pierce into his eyelids, the curtains left drawn open]
[waking feels like slowly coming back into his own body, sore and tender but comfortably so — like after a hard fight full of victory or the rest after breaking some personal goal in the gym, full of accomplishments. there's breath fanning is skin that he leans away from to steal a gaze, Midoriya's repose easy and trusting, dark curls askew around his face, freckles burnt in the warm light. Todoroki feels his chest do something strange, heartstrings lacing around the organ and pulling taut as a corset, suffocating in its own right. the arm beneath that weight prickles numbly and he gives it a testing squeeze, all pins and needles, trapped beneath his solidity.]
[it pains him to wake him, but... there are places he wants to kiss on him, and he can't do it — I want to be awake to remember everything — with him asleep like this]
Midoriya. [it's low, meant to lure him back to reality rather than shove him into it harshly, his free hand raising to cup a cheek and run a thumb across his bottom lip]
[a princely gentleman, waking his lover from slumber — ]