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It's two in the morning and Shinsou can't sleep.
He thinks that he should be able to now that he's gotten everything he ever wanted, that his former mentor is embracing him, and…
Snoring.
Aizawa fucking snores. New, spending the night and all. And it's goddamn annoying.
Shinsou huffs to himself, trying not to scowl and giving serious consideration to brainwashing his current bedmate to shut up, until there's a small hum in his throat.
He turns onto his side, pulling Shinsou closer as he rubs an unconscious hand through the unruly hair and mutters, "I'm sorry I snore."
Shinsou sighs and rolls his eyes, burrowing into Aizawa's chest and chasing the warmth of his heartbeat. "Are you really?"
Aizawa snorts a little, his bloodshot eye slowly opening to look at Shinsou critically.
"Why are you awake?"
"Because of your snoring," Shinsou mutters, pushing his face against Aizawa's bare chest, inhaling deeply. He smells like bar soap and laundry detergent.
It'd taken a while for him to get comfortable enough to actually get under the covers, undressed, and press against Shinsou.
"You want me to sleep on the couch, Hitoshi?" he says, but he tempers the teasing with a bump of his forehead to Shinsou's.
"Maybe," Shinsou sulks, absolutely immune to returning the forehead bump. "No."
"I will, if you're uncomfortable," Aizawa says quietly. "I know that sleeping in the same bed for—"
"You're even more annoying awake in the middle of the night," Shinsou says with a frown, sliding his own hand up into Aizawa's loose hair. It's so unexpectedly smooth and silky, much like the man himself.
Aizawa snorts again but then settles against the pillow. He doesn't say anything else and just holds out his arm; Shinsou curls into him.
He snores a bit, but Shinsou feels like he can finally fall asleep and relax as he listens to Aizawa breathe.