Fluff - c

 A knock at their door came, and Yagi answered it politely. Their food was here, and everyone perked up at the delicious smells wafting up from platters and plates. Hizashi stabbed at the takoyaki and crammed one in his mouth, and Elly neatly served Yagi a small bowl of miso soup, which he thanked her profusely for doing.

Kayama ignored the food and relentlessly plunged forward with another question. "How would you like to cuddle her?"

Hizashi swallowed the fluffy octopus ball all at once. "Mmfft!"

"Are you okay?" Elly touched him on the shoulder, concerned as he began to cough.

"Hot!"

"He's fine, he has a huge mouth. See?" Kayama snickered as she toyed with the rim of her glass.

"Maybe he needs, uh, help..?" Yagi half stood, but the blond-haired man waved him down again.

"M'fine, fine..." He took a gulp of beer and sat back. Aizawa's arm reached out and swiped some food quickly and silently during the fuss. No one noticed him sit up the slightest bit to eat.

After a mighty swallow Hizashi glared at his tormentor with a frown. "You," he wheezed, "you're gonna kill me with this crazy shit!"

"Do you want to cuddle?" Elly sounded curious.

"Not you, too!" He threw his hands up. "I'm gonna need a lot more beer to deal with ...uh ... uhhhh." The spirals in his eyes thinned in alarm as she leaned against him, her soft weight and scent flooding his senses. "What're ya doin' there, Ches?"

"I want to hear the answer."

He jerked his head around, but Aizawa was back to sleep and no one was in a position to help him out of this one. Yagi was drinking his soup very slowly, concentrating on the warm liquid and nothing else. Kayama batted her eyelashes at him.

"A'wright, fine." He shrugged. "I like a good cuddle as much as anyone, yo. That's not weird."

"The question, Yamada, was '<i>how would you like to cuddle her</i>', not <i>do</i> you like to cuddle."

He gulped and mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I <i>said</i>, best cuddle would be, I'd take her in my arms and hold her on top of me on a couch or something." His hazel eyes softened, and he went on almost without realizing he was still talking. "In my apartment, maybe, some music is playing and we're both sleepy and warm together."

"Oh, that's nice." A low purr to his right snapped him out of his daydream. Elly was still leaning on him, but her eyes were closed and there was a small smile on her lips. Hizashi swallowed harder and curled an arm carefully around her.