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The carpet in Eijirou's room was plush beneath Izuku’s feet. The softness invited him to melt into it, and he had a fleeting thought of what it would be like to nap on it. With the windows wide open, the warm sun a blanket over him.
His easy sigh slid straight into Eijirou’s awaiting mouth.
Eijirou chuckled, pulling back slightly. His hand tilted Izuku’s chin upward before fingers feathered over freckles and carded through curls. Hardened fingertips brushing through tangles they had caused only minutes before. Izuku had to fight the urge to practically purr.
Habits were a funny thing.
Having his hair brushed by someone else was something he’d never really considered. But when he’d shown up one night to Ejirou’s room, eyes unblinking, as hollow as the cavity in his chest, it felt inevitable. As though every instance in his life had led to the moment strong arms wrapped around him, held him together, and reached to… well, to pet.
A comforting, smoothing motion that had Eijirou flushing when he realized what he was doing.
“Sorry, my moms do that to me. Guess I picked it up.”
“No, I… you can keep going.”
The light drag of nails at the base of his neck. The light tugs when they’d snag on a strand. It was so much and not enough.
Izuku found himself crawling back into Eijirou’s lap night after night. Each time longer than the last, pulling Izuku into a dizzy, dopey space.
Sharp teeth scraped at his throat, an attempt to pull him back.
“Izuku? You still here with me?”
A noncommittal hum rattled through his chest as he let his head loll to one side. An invitation for more teeth that received a huff of laughter in return.
“Thought so. ‘S okay. I’ve got you.”