is that lost on you — p, izuku

Since Izuku is pretty small compared to him, he's also pretty light, and so him leaning against him barely causes him to stir. The only sign of Aizawa waking is a twitch of his nose. But the sudden weight on his head is enough to finally disturb him. He blinks groggily, frowning as the crown pulls at his mane, sitting uncomfortably on his ear. He thinks about shaking his head and dislodging it, but decides to humor him, reaching a paw up to adjust it so it wasn't as uncomfortable. True, he didn't quite like flowercrowns--but he didn't hate them, either. Being seen wearing one wouldn't kill him. He had never seen much use in appearances, anyway. Besides, it was only Izuku.

Once it's comfortably settled on his head, he sits up, stretching out his body and feeling the sleepiness slip away. Then he turns to his traveling companion. The joy on his face is clear, the child-like glee something he hadn't see in him--or anyone, for that matter--in a long time. Again, he thinks about taking it off, but the look in his eyes stops him. He decides that, just this once, he'll let him have his fun. There's a slim chance he'll let him do something like this again (or at least that's what he says).

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks in his usual gruff tone, eyeing the smaller feline. If he did try to flee, he'd probably just let him. He was willing to let him have this one, but he wasn't about to run after him. Too much unnecessary work.

"SPEECH"

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