The feeling of cold, marble flooring was the first thing Aizawa felt as he woke up the next morning.

The next thing he felt was soft, warm skin against his own as well as a head against his chest and legs between his.

Looking down, he saw that [L/n] was laying against him, head in his chest and their legs intertwined.

They were also both entirely nude.

However, the nudity isn't what struck Aizawa, rather, it was something he noticed the night before and paid even more attention to now. The scarring his beloved partner had on her body. Her arms weren't scarred up too bad from the night patrol and USJ incident, but her torso scars were a different story.

The movement felt as natural as breathing as his right hand glided down the woman's body and gently caressed the scarred flesh. The memories of that day were not the best, but they were a testament to their strength.

His fingers continued to delicately glide across her scarred skin, his mind recalling that day, as much as he could remember until he fell unconscious. A part of him hurt, seeing those horrific scars on her body, but he knew that they proved her to be a survivor.

The scars were rough and jagged, granted, they were teeth marks that wrapped around her torso like a toddler who bites their sisters finger.

"Idiot." Aizawa mumbled, his voice deep and raspy, both from just waking up and from the events of what had happened last night, that last night also being early that morning. "You could've gotten yourself killed that day-"

"But I didn't Shouta." [L/n]'s voice was soft and quiet, a little raspy as well for the same reasons as Aizawa's. She hadn't yet looked up or moved from her position, she didn't want to.

[L/n] was comfortable.

She hadn't noticed until now that Aizawa's fingertips were gently caressing her torso scars, and if she was being honest with herself, it felt nice.

Finally deciding to look up from her head being buried in Aizawa's chest, the two locked eyes, not saying a word. They never needed to, words weren't a requirement in their partnership, no, they understood each other perfectly without anything ever being spoken. That's just how strong their bond is.

Aizawa's eyes travelled from [L/n]'s eyes to her nose, and eventually her lips. Her nose was fine, but her lip was bruised with a cut being left from the punches he gave her last night, and yet she acted as if it had never happened, that he had never hit her like that, among the many other ways he hurt her yesterday.

"Again, [L/n], I'm sor-"

A swift movement, one that caused Aizawa's eyes to widen ever so slightly in surprise.

His back was now against the floor, the front half of his body being pressed on by [L/n]'s, not even a centimeter between their skin was left as her fingers laced in with his, keeping his arms to his sides as she planted her lips against his.

After many, long seconds, [L/n] pulled away, looking her partner in the eyes as she gave him her signature bubbly, kind, and bright smile. Hands no longer connected, Aizawa brought his hands up to cup the woman's cheeks, the woman whose body was pressed entirely against his, only afloat because of her elbows.

"You're a pain in my ass." Aizawa spoke, his voice still deeper and raspy.

"A good one though." [L/n] replied cheekily, a bright smile still on her face.

Eyes still locked, Aizawa brought her face back to his, their lips connecting once again.

It wasn't romantic, but it was passionate. Seconds in, they stopped, though their lips remained connected.

This wasn't what they should be doing, no, they should be confronting Walker and Dawson, not as maid and Lord, but as heroes whose cover had been had. Confronting them over what they made Aizawa do last night, over everything.

They were partners, friends, nothing more and nothing less. Yet here they were, naked, on the floor, bodies pressed against one another's with their lips still connected.

Finally disconnecting their lips, [L/n] sat up, sitting on the man's waist as they still looked at one another.

Their eyes said it all. Because when it happened in Kamino, though under different circumstances, they agreed to never talk about it again, and to never do it again. Yet here they were, entirely nude on the floor, spending last night and the early morning hours doing exactly what they said they'd never do again.

It was utterly, horrifically silent as everything that had happened in the past twelve hours sunk in. Further proving what they had done, was the position they were in currently, both naked with [L/n] sitting on Aizawa's waist.

There was an awkward moment of acknowledgement, that they had spent hours upon hours having sex until they passed out.

It was such a crazy thought, that after what had happened, both of their minds were so far gone that they resolved to copious amounts of sexual relief.

"C'mon Shouta, let's go see what Dawson and Sir Walker are up to, and let's hope that the mind control didn't allow him access to see everything after the fact." With the brightest of smiles and grins, [L/n] removed herself from atop the man's body and held out her hand, Aizawa grabbing ahold so she could pull him up.

He was grateful for times like this, when [L/n] could just change the whole mood and light up a room with just her smile and/or words alone.

"Oh!" She then held out her pinky, "To never talk about this."

"A pinky promise? We aren't children." Aizawa spoke plainly, his typical tone of voice.

"Oh I know you aren't." [L/n] spoke, looking Aizawa up and down, the man almost choking on air.

"I thought we were done talking about this." He spat.

"Then give me your pinky, stupid." And so, they made their pinky promise to never discuss that night ever again, and while they should have promised to never do it again, deep down inside, neither of them wanted to make that promise.

Because they keep their promises.

And if they were being honest, they weren't exactly sure they wanted to never do it again.

Splitting apart, the two went to get ready. This time however, they weren't putting on the maids outfit and suit, no, they were putting on their hero costumes. Meeting back up in the main area, both avoiding the area they had spent their night in, the two left.

The pair of Lightbringer and Eraserhead would be going to confront Walker and Dawson, and hopefully bring down their entire underground operation.

Back in Hosu, the fight with the Hero Killer Stain had ended, the world was thoroughly shaken, and Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida were in the hospital, receiving both a lecture and gratitude from the head police chief. Stain was all over the news, the headline of each newspaper, and his ideals wouldn't be leaving the world any time soon.

That ideology had reached London, yet Aizawa and [L/n] hadn't the slightest idea, and without any communication to anyone back in Japan, they hadn't the slightest clue as to anything that had happened whatsoever.

As the two busted through the door to the Walker Manor, it was obvious that they were expected.

"Welcome, Eraserhead, Lightbringer!" Walker's maniacal voice rang through their ears as the door slammed behind them and they struggled to stay standing, the ground moving just as it were waves crashing against the shore. His Quirk was making anything and everything that he wanted to bend, bend. So as the floors continued moving, the two hero's were being thrown around like ragdolls, each thinking of different ways to get themselves out of their current situation.

"You're very smart, Lightbringer, I must admit that no one has seen through Dawson's Quirk like that before, so good job. It's a shame you noticed that though, we were hoping to use it on you next but your awareness has made his Quirk nearly useless." The man sighed, though neither [L/n] or Aizawa were able to actually see him.

Aizawa used his scarf to grab ahold of a chandelier, the man hanging expertly from the ceiling while [L/n] was in the process of ramming her naginata into the wall and standing on the prolonged handle.

"What's your plan now?" Aizawa called out, watching as [L/n] had finally succeeded in her actions.

"You see, there's this expression that goes, if you can't beat them, join them. And that's exactly what the two of you will do, or at least one of you." Then it happened, a lot quicker than either of them were ready for.

The walls and ceiling began moving as well, a hole opening up in the floor that they fell into, the two landing in the basement of the manor that they had already been in a couple of times. The way and positioning they fell in was planned, but not by themselves. Back to back, the two soon felt something wrap around their bodies, keeping them pressed tightly against one another.

"Since Dawson's Quirk is useless against the two of you, we came up with something else, an offer that you can't reject." With those words, Walker walked out of the shadows, the two heroes turning their heads to look at him.

"And neither of you can use your Quirks right now, or rather, you can't. And you, well, using your Quirk will do nothing." The way he said you as he looked at [L/n] set them both off, but he was right on all accounts. Aizawa using his Quirk wouldn't change the situation, and if [L/n] used hers, while Walker would be hurt, Aizawa would be much more harmed, the heat coming from her body, even if she activated it for just a second, would leave horrid burns on the back half of his body and cause far too much damage for him to move.

"The offer is simple, there will be no negotiations, nothing of the sort."

Dawson then emerged from the shadows, approaching [L/n] and placing a finger under her chin, making the woman look him in the eye.

"Either you let us Alter your Sun, or we forcefully activate your Quirk while you're tied up to Eraserhead."

"Don't do it [L/n]." Aizawa commanded, his tone far different from what Dawson or Walker had ever heard.

"You can't stop me, not this time Shouta."

"Don't give me that [F/n], once your Quirk is Altered, you can't go back."

"And once they activate my Quirk, you'll be hurt beyond compare, and I can't let that happen."

"The hell you can, I'm not letting you get a Quirk Alteration, my welfare isn't important right now, you hear me?" Aizawa's voice was becoming more stressed, his partner was too selfless, he knew she'd do it in a heartbeat. "They could be bluffing, neither of them have a Quirk that can forcefully activate yours."

"Eraserhead's right, we don't. But she does." As Walker spoke, a woman walked in, though she didn't look as if she were alive.

"Meet Sariah, she, unlike you two, isn't aware of Dawson's Quirk. However, she's been under it so long that she's merely a puppet, she has no thoughts, no will of her own." The two heroes anger only rose from that statement, as well as stress.

"It also matters not if your Quirk hurts her in the process." With those words, Walker and Dawson began walking away, one final word being said before all Hell broke loose.

The woman, Sariah, was beautiful. She had short, black hair, her eyes were a crystal blue and she had a fair complexion. Her face was emotionless and blank, further proving she was nothing but a puppet anymore.

"Break."

The woman placed her hand on [L/n]'s face, and Aizawa screamed bloody murder.

The light was completely blinding, Sariah's eyes began to bleed, her hand began to melt.

Aizawa's back was sizzling, his clothing deteriorating at a rapid rate. [L/n] could feel his skin becoming slick against her back. She had never heard him scream like this before, not this kind of pain. The amount of pain he was in was absolutely unbearable, he could smell his own flesh burning, and so could [L/n].

"I'LL DO IT, GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN HERE!" Aizawa wanted to retaliate, to tell her to not do it, but he was screaming far too loud and in too much pain to be able to process anything besides what he was feeling physically.

"Stop." Sariah pulled her hand away, the flesh of her hand, arm, and face were sizzling, though her hand and arm were in the worst shape, first degree burns would be an understatement.

When Walker and Dawson walked back in, they saw looks on the faces of Aizawa and [L/n] that made their hearts skip a beat, and they loved it.

Aizawa's body was drenched in sweat, his back was severely burned, his clothes were majorly nothing but ash, his back was also boiling, the feeling of his own skin, flesh, and blood dripping down was all his mind could focus on. His expression showed sheer and utter pain, the kind that makes people wish they were dead. There was also fear, because this was the power of his beloved partner's Quirk, and that was absolutely terrifying.

[L/n] had no smile, no bright and bubbly attitude. She was beyond angry, at both the villains and herself. Because this was the cause of her Quirk, her horrifically dangerous, pain causing Quirk.

"Now that's more like it. But we'll give you a choice, or well, we'll give him the choice." Walker approached Aizawa's front side and crouched down, setting down four glass jars, each shaped differently.

"So, Eraserhead, whichever jar you choose, will be the Quirk we use to alter Lightbringer's. Who knows, maybe the one you pick won't do too much damage." Aizawa's pained and horrified eyes now held anger as he looked the despicable man in the eyes.

"Well, what's your choice?" With no choice, Aizawa looked down at the jars and thought, their shapes weren't definitive, there was nothing peculiarly special about any of them either.

Things had changed so drastically since just that morning, but he didn't have time to dwell on that fact. His eyes landed firmly on the jar on the far right, and they stayed there.

"Good." He crouched down, handing three jars to Dawson and keeping the other in his hand as he glared directly at the man before him. "So, Shouta Aizawa, whatever happens to her Sun, that's on you."

The rage in Aizawa's eyes was horrific, but Walker could see straight through to the pain behind the anger.

"I have one request." [L/n]'s voice was soft, quiet, defeated.

"And what would that be?" Dawson inquired, crouching down in front of the woman who had seen straight through his Quirk.

"Send Aizawa home, those burns, they'll only get worse unless treated properly. Recovery Girl, he needs to see her. I'll do whatever you ask, just send Shouta home." [L/n]'s tone was pleading more than anything else, she sounded as if her whole world had been crushed. She didn't care that her Quirk was being Altered, she cared only about Aizawa's welfare, and even though she couldn't see the extent of his wounds, she knew how her Quirk worked, and she knew he needed medical help.

"And why should we do that? All it takes is Sariah's Quirk, we don't need to make any deal." Dawson practically spat.

"Because if she forces my Quirk one more time, she won't live, you know this. She may be mindless, but she's still human, and you need her." [L/n] was right, they all knew it. The woman's arm and face were already searing and still steaming from the heat. If she were to be exposed to [L/n]'s Quirk for just five more seconds, she'd be on the floor.

"Alright, you have yourself a deal Lightbringer." Dawson proceeded to stroke her cheek before standing back up and giving Walker a nod, the two in agreement.

It was unsettling though, how she hadn't heard Aizawa say anything in quite a few minutes. All she heard from him was harbored breaths and the occasional pained grunt.

"Get him out of here, and if either of you try anything, we'll activate your Quirk again." Walker cut the fabric that had been wrapped around their bodies and Dawson grabbed Aizawa roughly by his scarf and began to drag him. The man wasn't unconscious, but as [L/n] stood up and turned around, she felt her knees get weak at the sight of her beloved partner. His body was horrifically burned, doused in sweat, and above all, rather than seeming emotionless and unbothered, he looked as if he were about to hit the floor and scream in agony.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

"Can I get proof when he makes it back to Japan?"

"Of course, now, let's go." Grabbing her arm, Walker walked her to a room and sat her down, setting the glass jar into a compartment in the wall.

"I want you to know that we, I, don't intend to harm you in any way." The man spoke as he grabbed a needle that came from the compartment, a needle that had a tube that was now connected to the glass jar.

"It doesn't seem like it." [L/n] replied, "Forcefully activating my Quirk and hurting Aizawa harmed me more than you could ever imagine."

He then plunged the needle into her arm.

"I apologize for that, but something had to be done. You see, the original plan was to take your Quirk, but after getting to know you and seeing just how well you wield it, the plan changed. I was going to have Dawson use his Mindlessness on you, but it didn't work, so he used it on Eraserhead, but you figured that out. If only you hadn't discovered the truth about his Quirk, he would've just had Eraserhead knock you out and bring you here. Then we wouldn't be in all this mess."

"This mess isn't on me." She had to pause as she felt the liquid, or whatever it was, begin to pump into her body. "What's the plan here?" She questioned, already beginning to feel off.

"This operation, it isn't truly about Quirk Alterations, not entirely. We focus on how Quirks work, what Quirks work well together, and what Quirks don't. The Alterations only became a thing as a way of testing them out, and soon became a way for people to enhance their Quirks." The man took a breath as he sat down next to [L/n]. "The plan is to see how Sun adjusts to the Quirk your partner chose, and to hopefully use it."

"Use it in what way?"

"That all depends on how it works out. I'd tell you which Quirk he chose, but you'll find out soon enough." With that, Dawson stood up and left, shutting and locking the door behind himself.

Hours went by, [L/n] hoping and praying that Aizawa was okay, and that he would forgive her. She knew that it wasn't her fault, but the fact still remained that it was her Quirk that hurt him, and that fact wasn't going to change.

Then it hit her like a truck, she felt no pain, but she felt wrong.

Flames swirled violently around her body while her Sun shone brightly through, creating an utterly dangerous combination.

Aizawa had chosen Flame.

Back in Japan, Aizawa was being treated by Recovery Girl, but they weren't alone. In that room also stood Yamada, Yagi, and Kayama. They didn't know anything, none of them did. Even Recovery Girl was surprised when she walked in and saw the man laying in one of her hospital beds, unconscious and writhing in pain in his sleep.

What everyone did know, however, was what caused the burns. Because there was only one thing hot enough to cause such horrific wounds, and they hadn't the slightest idea where she was.

"He won't be waking up anytime soon, it took every ounce of energy he had to remove the mass of those burns. I'm afraid there will be some scarring left behind, but it's good that he showed up here when he did or it would've ended much worse." Recovery Girl spoke, looking at the male in the hospital bed, who despite being practically healed was still writhing.

"I'd like to know how he got here, as well as where [L/n] is." Kayama spoke up, thinking of all the possibilities.

"Especially after everything with the Hero Killer, it may not be connected, but those burns, they were caused by [F/n]." Yamada added, being quiet for the first time in who knows how long.

"We need to look at the good news, Aizawa is here, and while he's injured, he's safe." Yagi spoke, hands shoved in his pockets. With no students around, there was no need for him to buff up.

"It's also more likely that [L/n] is safe, simply because of her Quirk, so while she may not be here, I do believe in her, well, liveliness." Kayama added on once more.

"Yes, but we must keep in mind that his wounds were caused by her, and judging from how bad the burns were, it's size, and it's location, I'm assuming it occurred while they were back to back." Recover Girl added.

Everyone's heads soon whipped to the bed when they heard a grunt.

"Someone needs to get to London." He spoke quickly, sitting up and realizing that he wasn't in too much pain.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there Eraser!" Yamada commanded, rushing to the man's side and pushing him back down on the bed. "Healed or not, that was one nasty wound."

"Wait, how long was I out? And how long ago did I get here?" Aizawa's voice was rushed, something none of them were used to.

"You got here roughly five hours ago, none of us know how though." Yagi answered, Aizawa immediately pushing Yamada back and getting out of the bed, feeling the slightest bit of pain, but no where near as much as he was hours ago.

"If you want to go back, we can't stop you. But a lot happened here while you were gone as well." Kayama spoke before taking in a heavy breath and explaining to her fellow teacher everything that had happened with the Hero Killer, including how three of his students were involved.

Aizawa knew it was only fair for him to explain what was going on back in London, but it was an undercover mission, and by his lack of explanation, everyone in the room understood. It was one of the reasons he and [L/n] were selected for missions like that- they wouldn't disclose important information about it to others.

"Whenever you come back, make sure you're not hurt, and that [L/n] comes back alive." Yagi spoke up as Aizawa began to make his exit, grabbing his backup hero costume that he could only assume Yamada brought.

"She won't let herself die, she has a kid to fight."