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When Shinsou invites Aizawa to his studio at Midnight Records, Aizawa knows that he's very stressed. He gets temaki to go before he heads over there, and reminding himself to refrain from snark.
When Aizawa arrives, Shinsou is going through riffs on the electric guitar. While he's seen him stressed before, Aizawa knows that he's really at a loss when he retreats to modern string instruments.
Aizawa sighs as he sets their take out bags down and helps himself to a glass of water from a nearby water cooler.
"What's your project now?" He asks.
"A fucking Christmas song." Shinsou scowls. "I hate Christmas."
Aizawa shrugged. "I like carols."
"You?" Shinsou's surprised.
"More people are genuinely happy this season. I'm not going to rob anyone of that. Can I play with the piano?"
"Go."
Aizawa heads over to wall piano on end of the room. As he settles in, he gets an idea. He starts playing -- Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Tchaikovsky.
Shinsou watches him intently. What people didn't understand about his relationship with Aizawa was that it started from there -- watching him play and seeing an ethereal moment of a man connecting with his piano. When he feels like he's on the losing end of something, anything, he just has to watch Aizawa at the piano. And as much as Shinsou hated the glitz and noise of Christmas, watching Aizawa gave some sense to the holiday.
Aizawa stops playing halfway to get a the temaki. He passes one to Shinsou before helping himself to one.
"The Nutcracker ballet is pure spectacle," He mused between bites, "But it is a classic precisely for that." He watched as Shinsou wolfed down his temaki, "You shouldn't skip meals, Hitoshi. You're cankerterous enough."
"Speak for yourself, Shota." Aizawa gave a sigh, and affectionately reached out to rub a thumb by Shinsou's cheek. He leaned into his caress, pressing a brief kiss on Aizawa's lips before standing up and heading over to the piano.
"Right. I got an idea. Stay, we'll head home after I finish this."