[Sensitive to his surroundings as he is right now, it's easy for Izuku to tell when Shouto's fallen asleep. He lies there, listening to his mate's even breathing, inhaling that familiar, calming scent with every breath he takes himself.]
Mates. My mate. [Softly those words are spoken, with Izuku's face tucked against Shouto's neck. Slowly, he drifts off, Shouto warm in his arms. Together they make a peaceful picture that won't keep in the morning.]
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Mates. My mate. [Softly those words are spoken, with Izuku's face tucked against Shouto's neck. Slowly, he drifts off, Shouto warm in his arms. Together they make a peaceful picture that won't keep in the morning.]