The two undercover heroes were back at the Aizawa Manor and unbeknownst to [L/n], they were about to have a talk. Not undercover, but as partners, as Lightbringer and Eraserhead.

“Don’t say a word, not right now [L/n].” Aizawa spoke, turning around to look her in the eyes. His actions were throwing her off, and while she hoped he wasn’t breaking character, she was also wishing that he was, so that she too could break character. They weren’t supposed to just in case they were being watched, but Aizawa didn’t care, not right now.

“Please don’t tell me you were considering getting a Quirk Alteration.” He spoke, his eyes locked on hers, not allowing her to look away.

"My Lor—"

"No, I am not your Lord, I am not your Master, none of that. I am Shouta Aizawa, I am your partner, and you are my partner. So please, be honest with me right now, okay?” To say that [L/n] had been taken off guard would be an understatement, yet she gave him the kindest of smiles and nodded. “Of course, Shouta.”

If they were both being honest with themselves, it was nice to be back to their regular way of speaking, though neither were fond as to the reason why.

Aizawa worrying, and possibly something else.

“No, I wasn’t truly considering getting a Quirk Alteration.” She answered, though by the look in his eyes she knew he didn’t believe her.

“You thought about it though, didn’t you? I saw the way you looked at Walker as he spoke about Altering your Sun with Midnight, I know that look, I’ve seen it before.” He spoke, taking a step towards her, something he didn’t typically do in situations like this.

“It was a thought, yes, but I could never Alter my Sun, especially considering they don’t even know if it would end well, Sun and Midnight are dissimilar, there’s too much of a risk.”

“You aren’t one to worry about the risks, so don’t give me that excuse, [L/n]. You thrusted yourself at the Nomu and nearly got bitten in half, so too much of a risk my ass.” The conversation that was unfolding didn’t feel right to [L/n], Aizawa never spoke like this, not to her.

“Shouta, are you alright? I get that you’re worried about my thought process and everything but—” 

“I am not alright, my partner genuinely considered Altering her Quirk!” 

Shouta never yells.

“Shouta, Dawson’s Emotion did work on you, didn’t it? What did he change, what did you discuss, what did you—” She didn’t have the chance to finish her questions as Aizawa’s scarf flew and wrapped around her mouth.

The look in his eyes, his typically tired eyes looking almost angry, his typically slouched posture now straight.

“And if it did? His Quirk can only change our ideals on things, nothing more and nothing less.” His tired voice was tense, to [L/n], this wasn’t Shouta Aizawa, this was someone else entirely. He was being erratic, he wasn’t sticking to just one emotion. His actions and words were purely chaotic, there was no order to how he was acting whatsoever. 

However, she had no idea as to how to handle the situation, if she used her Quirk, Aizawa would get blinded, possibly permanently. So, she did the only thing she could think of, grasp the scarf from around her mouth and use it to pull Aizawa even closer to her so she could knee him in the gut.

Eraserhead was one step ahead as he dropped down, pulling his head straight through his scarf so that all [L/n] managed to capture was the fabric around his neck. Swiveling around her, he rammed his elbow into her back, grabbed her by the back of her head, and threw her to the ground.

“C’mon Shouta, you’re better than this. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours but I need you to snap out of it, okay? I want to hear that tired voice of yours that sounds disinterested in everything, and see those tired eyes, you hear me?” [L/n]’s voice was reasoning and soft, trying to get through whatever it was that her partner's head was going through.

At first there was no response as he merely pressed her body even harder against the ground, causing the woman to let out a grunt. “You know, it is quite the odd feeling when you don’t even know how you’re feeling.” He finally replied, his tone rather gruff, and [L/n] could’ve sworn she heard the slightest bit of struggle and confusion.

“Alright, so we’re getting somewhere Shouta. His Quirk must’ve done something, you just need to acknowledge that. Once you acknowledge it, maybe you can fight i—”

“SHUT UP!” His voice bellowed, echoing throughout the entirety of the Aizawa Manor, the man soon getting ahold of his scarf once more and wrapping it around [L/n]’s pinned frame. For the first time she could ever recall, he was scaring her. Even if it was slight, her heart had managed to stop.

“C’mon Shouta, please, I need you to pay attention to me, okay? I’m [F/n] [L/n], the Pro Hero Lightbringer, we’ve been partners for years and have been through multiple undercover operations together. This is no different, you hear me? Trust me, whenever you snap out of this you’re gonna regret all of this, you’ve never laid a hand on me like this before, not until tonight.” She tried reasoning once more, hoping that her words would sink in and get Aizawa to snap out of it, whatever it was.

“Damnit [L/n], I can’t tell what’s going on!” The capture scarf that was wrapped around her torso launched her against the wall, the woman coughing in response. Now, only now was she able to get a good look at Aizawa since she was previously face down on the ground.

And she didn’t like what she saw.

The typically composed, tired and emotionless man was everything but.

Aizawa’s eyes were bloodshot, his face slightly red, and held an expression that screamed both anger, confusion, and fear all at the same time.

“Shouta, look at me, I’m even in a maids outfit, look at yourself, you’re all dressed up in a suit and everything. I don’t know what’s been done to you, but I need you to look me in the eyes, understand who I am. The last thing I want to do is use my Quirk against you, so please, let words handle this.” [L/n] felt helpless, using her Quirk would do so much more damage than help, and she could do nothing but watch as her beloved partner suffered, unable to even understand his own thoughts.

Aizawa began to shake, he had never felt like this before, each and every thought that had been coursing through his mind lately was amplified, the emotions he felt had been strengthened, but it was all occurring at the same time, tearing his mind apart. Yet at the same time he felt so far away, as if he was the third party to his own mind. “Damnit [L/n]!” He gripped her shoulders tight enough so that she flinched, and then continued to pull her away and slam her against the wall once more. 

He did it over, and over, and over again.

“And why are you still smiling and being bubbly!?” He was right, she had kept a smile on her face this whole time, despite the grunts and coughs, her heart stopping, and it was only making his mind split even more. [L/n] was Lightbringer, the user of Sun, and was truly the sunshine in many people's lives, and even if he would never really say it, she was the sunshine in his life too.

“Because, Shouta, you’re my partner and I can’t hurt you, I’ll snap you out of this without violence.” The woman chuckled softly. “Granted, I must admit, you are being a little rough with me, can’t say I’m into it but you are a sadist so I’ll roll with it.” There it was, even if it was only for a moment, Aizawa’s face softened back to a tired expression, and an apologetic one at that.

But it didn’t last long as he rammed her against the wall once more. “Shouta, think back, I know you’re trying to fight it, but you need to try a little harder. I only have so many dirty jokes to add before it gets weird.” Aizawa was beyond appreciative, a small part of him was aware of what was going on, and he hated what he was doing, but the rest of his mind was so jumbled that the one aware part wasn’t helping him out. He was a lot stronger than he looked, so he knew he was really hurting her.

“You do remember Kamino, right? If Kamino can’t snap you out of this, you may be a lost cause.” [L/n]’s voice was much softer, her eyes practically pleading with his angry, confused ones. The scarf began to loosen from around her frame, Kamino was the key, she knew that now.

“Please don’t make me remind you up close and personal, we still can’t even really talk about Kamino without it getting all awkward.” However, it seemed she would have to do just that as his eyes reddened and one of his arms drew back.

He was going to punch her.

“Sorry Shouta.” Swiftly ripping her right arm from the loose scarf and grabbing his wrist so that his arm would go out to the side, she planted her lips on his, not roughly, not a slam, but soft, gentle. She could feel his previously tense body loosen, going back to his consistently slouched position. She released her partner's wrist and he placed that hand on her side. Moments later the two pulled away, [L/n]’s [e/c] eyes pouring into his, hoping to see that he was truly back to himself.

Relief coursed through her veins, but not for long. Dawson’s Emotion was much stronger than she could’ve possibly imagined, Aizawa was at its mercy, and his tired eyes soon returned to angry ones.

He strained to speak, able to get out two words before the Emotion completely took over once more, “Forgive me.” 

It happened so fast that [L/n] didn’t have a chance to react, his fist colliding with her face and sending her back against a wall, her bottom lip busted and nose bleeding. She would've turned her insides to sun, lessening the damage, but she was beyond unprepared.

Quirk wise, [L/n] could stop and defeat Aizawa in less than a second flat, but physically, he was much stronger than she was, and they both knew that. The [h/c] haired woman didn’t want to fight him, she didn’t want to use her Quirk on him, and she wouldn’t.

Even if she took a beating to Hell and back.

“You’re stronger than this Shou—” Another punch to the face.

“This isn’t what you want and you know it. Listen to me, your mind may be far too jumbled and clouded with some type of anger, you may not even know what you want, but I can guarantee you, this isn’t it.” Her tone was calm and consoling, her eyes pleaded with his, but she wouldn’t get her hopes up.

“Tell me then, [F/n] [L/n], how do you know that’s not what I want?” Aizawa’s tone was harsh and sadistic, as if he were playing with her. The very small part of him that was aware of what was going on was in pain, but he couldn’t stop his body.

Emotion, it was a mental and physical Quirk, he knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop him mentally, that she’d have to do it physically. But he also knew that she wouldn’t get physical with him, that she wouldn’t hurt him.

That was one weakness within their pairing, her heart was too big. Then again, his was too, even if he didn’t quite realize it. 

“Kamino, because of Kamino, that’s how I know Shouta. Because we’ve been partners since high school and I know everything about you, inside and out. I know about the good, the bad, and the ugly. I know your best friend died, that you witnessed it. I know that you cherish and love your students more than anything in the world, and I also know that you’re the perfect example of what it means to be a Hero, because the press and popularity means nothing, but the lives and people mean everything.”

Again, words changed nothing, but there was no punch to the face. With the capture scarf back on his neck and under his control, he had the fabric wrap tightly around her neck, the rest of the fabric trailing its way down her body and squeezing her tight.

“You know what I find funny about this entire ordeal? Your emotions have been unbelievably unstable, and you haven’t given your opinion on anything I’ve said.” [L/n] stopped, coughing as her vision started to blur. “Dawson’s Quirk isn’t Emotion, is it? The way you’re acting, it’s nothing the way it should be if Emotion was what affected you.”

“SHUT UP!”

The fabric tightened.

“I also… know that you won’t kill me… because this isn’t Emotion, this isn’t even an emotion related… Quirk… is it, Dawson?”

The fabric loosened.

“That’s what… I thought. It’s a mind control Quirk based on… its opposers awareness of what was being done to them.” [L/n] had finally caught her breath, the woman smiling and shining just as much as ever. “So now that Shouta is aware, you can’t do a damn thing.” 

As [L/n] had finished that statement, Aizawa was back to normal, he had finally felt back in control of his mind and body. He gently removed the fabric from the entirety of his partner's body and gently cupped her face, swiping the blood away from her nose.

“I am so sorry [L/n].” The tired looking man was guilt ridden, while he knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, he didn’t feel that way.

“Hey Shouta.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

Then there was a kiss.

Aizawa was taken off guard, he simply stood there at first, hands still cupping her cheeks. But once he realized that she hadn’t yet pulled away, he felt himself close his own eyes and give in. Short but sweet wouldn’t describe this kiss, no, because short was the exact opposite.

As their eyes opened and the partners pulled away, by only an inch, Aizawa saw a smile and bright eyes, but those eyes held the slightest bit of pain.

“I really thought I lost you there for a bit Shouta. If it wasn’t for the inconsistencies I—” This time, Aizawa was the initiator.

Lightbringer and Eraserhead flooded all of their worry, guilt, fear, and pain into their kiss.

There was no lust, no romantic passion.

Just two people, two friends, two partners, who were grateful that the other was okay.

However, when one's emotions are all over the place, the body can do unexpected things.

Soon, the kiss became more than just a kiss, and the two felt all their worries and pains begin to drift away.

Relieving their emotions in this way wasn’t their best option, it wasn’t the smartest, but it’s what happened.

It wasn’t the first time, and they were unsure if it would be their last.

Because it started in Kamino, and it most likely wouldn’t end in London.

So as their clothes hit the floor and [L/n]’s body hit the wall, it happened then and there, the two didn’t bother travelling all the way to either bedroom, they didn’t care that they were in the main room of the manor.

There were no restrictions, no control, they acted as their minds and bodies willed them to without an ounce of thought or hesitation. 

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours.

They would stop, only to go at it again.

The closer they were, the better they felt.

Physical and emotional euphoria was coursing through their bodies, and they wouldn’t stop until they were physically unable to. 

Eventually, the two collapsed out of exhaustion, lying asleep on the cold, marble floor.