Toshi's hands lightly traced thin, pink scars on Aizawa's pale skin. A small pouch rested under his stomach. Vaguely defined muscles made it hard to see, but Toshi found his eyes drawn to it. Aizawa's breath hitched every so often, being so silently examined and caressed. His cheeks were red as tomatoes, the blush found its way to his shoulders and ears. Toshi's dark eyes were fixated below his chest, however. It made Aizawa's heart pump faster. Toshi felt the harsh pumping, and he swallowed before speaking.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse. His eyes met with Aizawa's.
"Yeah," Aizawa said quietly as he avoided eye contact. "You're just looking... Very low,"
Toshi realized what was happening and his eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. "Oh! I was just looking at your... Pouch..."
"Pouch?" Aizawa asked, his eyes narrowing.
"You know," Toshi began, gesturing at the pouch. "Your pouch,"
Aizawa looked down and everythong clicked. "Oh!" he said. "I forgot about that." he said, then chuckled lightly. "I forgot I had entire organs,"
"Oh my God," Toshi said, then smiled wide. "You are a nerd."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Aizawa asked, pretending to be offended.
"You forgot an entire set of organs!"
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. "What's a spleen?", don't act so smart." Aizawa said as he flopped backwards.
"I was very tired." Toshi said defensively.
"I'm always tired." Aizawa said.
Toshi looked at the clock. 3 am. Dread washed over him.
"We have work tomorrow," he said in horror.
"Fuck," Aizawa said.