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The train’s steady rocking has Hitoshi slipping in and out of wakefulness.
A fond look at him, a protective glare at them. “He’s coming with me.”
He doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or the words are still echoing.
At some point, his new dad drapes something soft over him — a blanket, he registers. Aizawa’s obviously trying not to touch him, respecting his request, but where gentle fingers briefly brush Hitoshi almost wishes they’d linger.
He could drown in this warmth. He would relive this forever if it meant experiencing the happiness of being wanted for the rest of his life.