My Moon, and My Sun [EraserMight]

Chapter 3: Dinner

(warning, this chapter is way longer than the previous two, I got a little excited writing it and didn't really find a good place to split it X3) 

TW: alcohol, intoxication

Toshinori was nervous. No, excited. No, nervous. He knew he shouldn't be excited OR nervous about grabbing dinner with a coworker, but he was anyway. He knew this wasn't (and shouldn't) lead anywhere. 

Toshinori wasn't gay. In his mind, he was, heteroflexible. Bisexual, maybe. He could imagine himself with another man, but never really pursued it. Being bi made sense when he thought about it, most of the women he dated in the past were, masculine. Even if he was bi, this was definitely not the time or place to explore the possibility. He did find Shouta attractive, and he also thought if they were, together, it would be functional. Nice. 

But that can't happen. Can it? It could, but that wouldn't be easy, and would throw a wrench in a lot of things. 

Aizawa, on the other hand, liked men. He wouldn't call himself exclusively gay, but preferred men if given the choice. To be fair, he didn't really like relationships period, he found them way too complicated and emotional. He preferred the occasional one night stand. It was easier, and he never had to get his heart broken. 

But with Toshinori, it felt different. He felt different. Maybe its because he's more mature than his past partners. Maybe it was how kind he was. 

Aizawa dwelled on this while mindlessly grading a true/false quiz he gave that day. The whole situation was bringing up memories he thought he had long forgotten. Good memories. Thinking about Toshinori made him happy, but in a peaceful sort of way. It had been a long time since he felt like that. 

He finished grading the last paper, sighed in disappointment, and put it aside. Aoyama, Mineta, and a few others did not do well. Which means, he now has to make an extra credit assignment. 

Great. With that, he pulled out his phone, and shot out of his chair.

It was 5:04.

Toshinori was waiting outside the restaurant for Aizawa when he saw a small figure approaching on top of the buildings in the distance. Assuming this was a villain, he immediately jumped in the nearest alleyway, inflated, and launched himself towards the figure. 

As Toshinori quickly drew closer, he saw a the feint outline of some rope, or cloth surrounding the figure. 

It was Aizawa. 

He quickly realized his mistake of launching himself at him, but it was too late, he couldn't stop his momentum. Instead, he did the best thing he could think of, which was turn the attack into a hug. 

Aizawa realized quickly that transporting himself with his scarf in broad daylight like this, maybe wasn't the best idea. At the time, it simply seemed like the fastest commute. He was, shortly after leaving, tackle-hugged by All Might. 

The two were thrown off the building in a hug barrel roll, and All Might dramatically landed this holding Eraser Head bridal style. 

"Sorry about that... You really don't see people running around like that much unless they're a villain," all might said sheepishly.

"No it's fine, I probably would have done the same thing," Aizawa was trying very hard not to turn tomato red after Toshinori just held him. He thought about how Toshinori looked just before he put him down. Aizawa was looking up at him, his strong jaw line, soft blond hair, determined furrowed brows. He looked almost sculpted, like the perfect hero, a greek statue. Wait, was his hair in a bun?