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Sometimes, Aizawa wonders what Yamada sees in him. Not that he’d ever voice those doubts. While Yamada has a way with words – being overall extroverted – Aizawa keeps his thoughts to himself. It’s easier like that. Words are distracting, require time and breath he doesn’t feel like wasting, and he rarely has to with Yamada, because for some reason the other man always knows what’s going on behind those untamable strands of black. He’ll look at Aizawa, cock his head the slightest bit and the dark-haired man realizes he’s spilled the beans without having said a single word.
Yamada’s the most empathetic person he’s ever met, and that’s why their relationship is working out.
He makes up for Aizawa’s own, sometimes gauche, attempts at affection. It took a while until Aizawa could completely relax around the vocal man, finding comfort in the knowledge that he doesn’t have to say much; Yamada knows, he just does, and he never forces Aizawa to wrap his tongue around feelings he can’t quite express.
It’s Friday evening and they’re at Aizawa’s apartment. It’s small, nothing fancy, just like the dark-haired man prefers it. Just him and his three cats – Dotty, Toby and MacGyver.
And Yamada, who’s walking through the apartment, blonde hair laying in easy waves across his shoulders, instead of the usual updo.
“Vlad and Midnight will be waiting for us at the bar,” he rambles, while picking up pieces of clothing scattered across the floor. “Man, we haven’t been out in ages! Can’t wait to go wild with the others tonight. There’ll be a mad party, if you know what I mean!”
“Mhm,” Aizawa mumbles, scratching MacGyver’s orange fur, not able to share his partner’s enthusiasm.
At this, Yamada stops in his tracks to look at the other man, immediately picking up on the changed mood.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” he chimes, cocking his head. “Don’t you wanna go out? Party with the other guys? It’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, uh,” Aizawa mumbles, without looking up from the purring furball in his lap. “I don’t mind you going without me.”
It’s just that we haven’t been able to spend time together lately and I was looking forward to having you to myself tonight.
“But you go and have fun with the other guys,” he finishes, looking anywhere but at Yamada. For a moment, the blonde is actually silent, hands akimbo, seemingly musing over his next words.
“Oh, Shouta, you silly man,” he eventually chortles, “like hell I’m leaving you when you look at me like that!”
With an enthusiastic gesture, he slips out of his jacket, tossing it into a corner. Hidden behind loose strands of hair, Aizawa smiles as his partner flops down on the couch next to him.
“I bet they’ll have a great time without us,” he says, throwing one arm over the backrest of the couch and around Aizawa’s shoulders, pulling the quiet man close to plant a kiss on his temple.
Aizawa isn’t good with words, but he doesn’t need those with Yamada, and for that he’s grateful. In a wordless kinda way.