Summary: 3 times Aizawa fell asleep in front of his co workers willingly, and one time it was not so willingly.

A\N: Yall I was on a zoom call with my teacher and now she thinks I'm being abused because my eyebags look like black eyes- I told her I had onset insomnia so we're chill now. Also, Aizawa and Yamada are married in this. I know this is Kaminari centric, but I thought we should take a moment to appreciate our god.

Hizashi Yamada

Hizashi sighed, melting into the hot water of the shower. Patrol that night had not been kind to him and his partner. Usually they took diffrent sectors of the city to cover more ground. Most of the times they ran into petty purse snatchers and failed bank robbers.

But tonight was utterly exausting. A villain used a quirk enhancer to strengthen his already pesky quirk, and Aizawa had called him in from his sector of the city for backup. It took a good hour of evading attacks before they finally got in a good opening to attack. Hizashi could only imagine how long Aizawa had struggled before he got there. 

Yamada flipped the shower handle, instantly regretting it when the hot stream was reduced to a small trickle. His son would kill him if he used up the rest of the hot water. He slipped on his normal house attire before stepping out of the restroom. 

He felt Shinsou's eyes on him as he walked into the living room. He spotted the boy in the kitchen, staring into his soul with dreary eyes while raising a cup of coffee to his mouth. Hizashi sighed as he looked at the time. 2:00 in the morning.

 "Child" he stressed "Go to sleep before I throw this wet towel at you." 

 Hitoshi only raised an eyebrow in challenge, taking another slow sip from the mug. Hizashi sighed again, this time more exaggerated with the addition of an eyeroll. "Listener, tone down the salt, it's too late for that."

 " Acually, it's 2:00 in the morning. " 

Hizashi threw his towel, hitting him square in the face.

 "Jesus, fine I'm going." 

 As Shinsou lumbered down the hall to his room, Yamada turned around to sink into the living room couches inviting coushions. Aizawa sat on the couch, files spread out on the coffee table in front of him. 

 "Grading papers? Now?" Hizashi flipped through channels on the TV, kicking his legs up into the table. He received a grunt in reply. They sat in comfortable silence until Aizawa faceplanted into the table with a soft thud. 

 " Shota, babe. You okay? was it Kaminari's grades again? Because I promise he's a good kid he just-" The blonde was cut off by the soft snores of his husband. He snorted, realizing that Aizawa had fallen asleep. 

 "Come here" he gently lifted his head from the table, placing it down on his lap. "I guess I'll sleep too. I'm sure 'Toshi will wake us up in the morning." 

 Shinsou did not wake them up in the morning.

They were incredibly late. 

All Might

 "I am heeerrreee!" All Might busted through the teachers lounge with incredible strength and glory. Too bad no one paid any attention to him. The few teachers that were in the room were typing, eyes transfixed on their computers screens. Some of the staff were quietly talking amongst themselves.

 " You bunch need to loosen up! Come on who wants to go on a jog! " A hot cheeto hit Toshinori square in the face, falling to the pristine floor by his feet. "Attacking a fellow co worker is not very appropriate Ms.Midnight! " 

Another hot cheeto hit him. 

"Busting into the common room like that isn't very appropriate either, but here we are."

The pro hero's eyebrow twitched at the R-rated heros teasing. He walked up to Midnights desk after picking up the food that fell to the floor, dropping them on her desk. 

"Hey!" She playfully whacked him, shoving more hot Cheetos in her mouth. " Go find someone else to bother Toshinori, can't you see I'm working. " she gestured dramatically to her computer, which wasn't even turned on. 

"All right, I'll go find Aizawa." 

Aizawa was the most fun to bother while he was working, he always hid his reactions, this only made him and Hizashi want to annoy him more. He would normally be grading his students papers by now, but he wasn't at his desk.

It didn't take much more looking before Toshinori spotted Aizawa, curled up on the teacher lounges couch. His sleeping bag didn't envelope him like unusually did, instead laying on the floor in front of the couch. It must have fallen off when he changed sleeping positions. 

Toshinori sighed, bending down to pick up the blanket, draping it over his co worker. All Might noticed Hizashi entering the room, eyes landing on them before making his way to the couch. 

"Rough night?"

"Yep" Yamada sat down on the end of the couch before laying down next to his husband. "Some nasty villan rampaged the city all night, it was rough. " He mummbled, already half asleep. 

"Get some rest, I'll take over your English class." 

" 'Thanks, we owe you one. "

Midnight

A buzz pulled Nemuri from her dress admiring. She sighed, doing one last twirl in the mirror before stepping over her discarded clothes to get to her phone on the dressing room bench. 

She raised an eyebrow, a request for backup? At this time? 

The teachers of UA set up a system to insure the staffs saftey. If one of the staff members was in danger, or fighting off a particularly tough villan, a request for backup was sent out to the closest co worker in the vicinity. 

And apparently she was the closest, the location blinked on her phone, a few blocks away from her. Well, at least she was already in a changing room, a shame she couldn't continue with her shopping excursion. Even if this was totally going to save her wallet from bankruptcy. 

She avoided the crowd of people drooling over her, smiling and waving as quickly as she could before disappearing from the scene completely. Her sidekicks, the midnight boys, had their day off, so she would be on her own. 

Midnight searched for any signs of battle as she neared the location, until she came upon a closed up allyway. Good, so whoever was in danger lead the attacker away from the civilians.

"Midnight!" A strained voice yelled out to her. " I can't erase his quirk, it's a metamorphic type! " 

Eraserhead jumped down from one of the narrow alleyway walls, his capture weapon barley holding up against the strength of the muscular villan. Before the R-rated hero could warn him, the metamorphic type quirk user broke from the bonds. 

There was no time to tell Shota to hold his breath. She pulled back the thin material of her costume, letting her quirk soothe the villain and knock him out cold. 

Eraserhead tumbled before falling to the concrete, luckily uninjured. 

"How in the hell am I supposed to explain this to your husband, Shota." 

Aizawa replied with a soft snore. 

 +1 time he was forced to sleep. (*Spoilers to Aizawa's backstory in the vigilantes Manga. Takes place after the Oboro incident. No spoilers to the main manga.) 

Aizawa's eyes weighed heavily as he looked on with blurry vision. His homeroom teacher was going over something, but his voice was muffled by his utter exaustion. It felt like life was moving around him at a snails pace in colorful blurrs. While he sat there, forcing his eyes to stay open.

It had only been a week since the incident, and everyone seemed to have moved on. Except for him. How could they just forget about Oboro like this, while he was cursed to the image of his smiling face burnt in his mind. They were lucky.

He told himself not to get attached, he really did. But like Yamada, he grew on them, and they became an inseparable trio, making one another shine while covering each others weak points. 

But now, now he would never get to see that face again. Only in his nightmares. 

A warm hand was placed on his shoulder, making him flinch away. "Shota!" The too loud voice boomed in his ear. Aizawa shot a glare to Hizashi, mentally telling him to shut up. " You don't look so well my dude! " 

Aizawa knew they both coped in diffrent ways, he knew Yamada tried his best to make the situation less dire than it actually was. Shota secretly admired that, because his own attitude was less than ideal.

 "Shota" the voice called again, the blonde was his in his face, shaking his shoulders. Aizawa jerked his eyes open. Was he really drifting off? He couldn't sleep, he refused to for the past week, he didn't want to have another nightmare about his dead friend.

Suddenly he was being pulled to his feet and lead out of the classroom, the world was moving in slow motion as he was dragged down the schools hallway, and up to the roof where the three hung out. Well, it was two now. 

"It's break time, and I'm really not joking when I say you look like shit." Yamada said again, voice an octave softer than what it usually was.   

Aizawa slid to the floor, leaning against the door they just walked through. "Yeah" he croaked, clearing his throat. "I think I'm coming down with something." 

Hizashi leaned down in front of him, staring at him Intensely. "Shota, you aren't getting enough sleep." 

 Aizawa felt hot, exhausted tears pooling at the corners of his eyes as he fisted the fabric of his school uniform. "I-i can't see his face. Not again." His voice cracked, heavy emotion seeping from his tone.  

" Your dead on your feet." The blonde sat by his side, slinging an arm over the others shoulder. He looked away when his friend started shaking with sobs in his arms. Hizashi let him lean his head against his shoulder, rocking him gently while humming. 

"I-i don't want to see his face." 

Hizashi shushed him, holding him until his choking sobs morphed into sniffles. Aizawa had finally fallen asleep. He didn't know how long it would take for the hole their friend left in their hearts to mend. But they would be by each other until it did.