Just talk until our throats go sore

"Do you want to sleep?"

"I want to talk."

"What about?" came the response, the hand on his hair twirling strands tenderly.

"Anything."

A deep chuckle, that buzzes through to Izuku's own chest. "Then let's talk until our throats go sore, and kiss until our lips go all chapped."

So, I finished From The Sidelines (READ on AO3 - if you are aged enough) and got inspired by THAT night, when they'd spent with each other just talking (this is the last chapter). Since it lacked detail, I decided to write a one-shot!

Can be read without context, no (major) spoilers, and prepare yourself for a mixture of fluff and angst that can't even touch the masterpiece that FTS is!

Hope you all enjoy :)