Two weeks had gone by.

Two weeks of the Pro Hero Endeavor taking care of the young [L/n] in his own home, and with Shoto and Fuyumi taking it upon themselves to actually help take care of the girl, but very carefully due to her Quirk's outbursts.

And of course, Shoto Todoroki took plenty of pictures, but mostly of his father taking care of the girl to blackmail his pride in the future.

Enji had just gotten out of the shower, clad in a bright red towel, and made his way to his training room to change and check on the young child that resided there, that being the only room she was really safe to be in.

Walking into his training room, he got a sight that he was not expecting in any way shape or form.

There was [L/n], sitting on the ground, legs pressed against one another and hand across her chest, looking confused, flustered, and with her eyes darting around the room, as if she wasn't believing what she was seeing. The moment Enji walked in, her eyes locked on him.

"Um, Enji, what am I doing here? Why are we both, you know, naked?"

Was Shoto Todoroki eavesdropping? Yes, yes he was.

For the first time in a very long time, [L/n] heard him laugh, Enji Todoroki laughed. Not a malicious or angry laugh, but a genuine little laugh.

"What's the last thing you remember?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I remember going out to help you, and then," she paused, noticing the child's clothes on the floor that were seemingly ripped open from when her body instantaneously grew back to it's normal self, "How long was I a kid? A few days?"

"Two and a half weeks."

"Eh!?"

"And now that you're back to normal, get out." He stated rather flatly. While it would seem like he's being rude, the man did take care of her for two and a half weeks, which the media ate up like nobodies business.

"Would you happen to have any clothes that would fit?" She asked, having absolutely none to wear.

He was silent for a moment, combing his fingers through his hair before letting out a very soft sigh. "Yeah, I'll go grab some of Rei's clothes for you. Just, sit tight."

A few minutes later, the man entered the room once more and tossed some clothing at her. He turned around as she got dressed, which was senseless considering he had already seen her nude before. But believe it or not, it was a respect thing.

"And Enji, thank you." [L/n] spoke in a soft tone, aware of the amount of trouble a young her must've caused.

"Don't worry about it." He stated. "You're the one who took the hit for me. Now remember, you can use the door when you leave, not the window." The woman laughed a bit at his words.

"Well, goodnight Enji. And again, thank you."

"Yeah yeah yeah, now get out." She smiled and left the man's house.

Once outside, she noticed that it must've been smack dab in the middle of the night, considering how dark it was. Man, I still hate the dark. She shivered a bit. Yet I always go with Aizawa's antics and went with all those night patrols for years and years.

Figuring that her partners home would be the best place to go, she made her way there.

Arriving at the front door, she went inside only to feel fabric wrap tightly around her frame and slam her up against the wall.

"Hmph!" She screamed, the fabric wrapped around her mouth as well.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Aizawa apologized, his voice a bit raspy as he loosened the fabric from the woman's body. "I thought you were an intruder."

Only then did his brain recognize that [L/n] was back to her adult self, back to the woman he would never admit to thoroughly missing for the past two and a half weeks.

The woman nearly shrieked as the fabric tightened once more, bringing her into his arms. He retracted the fabric, replacing the feeling with his arms as he held her close. She returned the favor, hugging her partner tightly.

Both were silent, but Aizawa's silence was worrying [L/n].

"Hey Shouta, is everything alright?" [L/n] asked softly, beginning to gently rub the man's back. His muscles were tense, she could feel them through his loose shirt.

"Hey, sweetheart, you're really starting to worry me. You never act like this. You should be acting detached and lecturing me over taking that hit for Endeavor, even though it was the hero thing to do." Despite her attempts, the man said nothing.

After contemplating her options, she gave in. [L/n] started running her fingers through the males long, black hair and hummed softly.

"I'm not sure what all happened in the last two or so weeks, I don't remember a thing. It's a weird feeling, to just miss a chunk of time. But if something happened and it's really affecting you, please, let me know."

What had happened in the past two weeks was Aizawa being himself. He was a man who acted sensibly, and thought things through with logic and reasoning. He was a rational man who lived his life based on truth and fact.

He was a man who had realized that he was a liability and a limiter.

He was a man who had come to a conclusion that he didn't like, but only made sense.

"Look at me Shouta." [L/n] slightly demanded, going to pull away so she could look at his face. Aizawa didn't allow that to happen though, only holding her tighter.

She then gripped his shoulders tightly and pushed away, but only far enough to see his face, not fully separating them. His eyes were tired, more tired than usual. She noted the rasp in his voice when she came in, but only after he spoke again did she realize how bad it was.

"[F/n], we shouldn't be partners anymore."

[L/n] laughed, she genuinely laughed.

"Shouta, that's not funny you know." She spoke with a little laugh. But once she realized he thoroughly wasn't joking, her heart sank.

"You're a beautiful, talented, and ridiculously strong woman. You're a Pro Hero who refuses to be rated, and yet is viewed to be at the top of the top. Your Quirk is unbelievably powerful and you use it well. You're the hero kids want to be, the hero other heroes want to be." He stopped, placing a kiss on her lips, something that was becoming normal between the two of them.

"I'm a great hero, I'm Eraserhead. My Quirk is powerful in its own way, and I'm able to make up for most of its weaknesses. But I'm a liability to you. I'm a limiter."

This time, [L/n] initiated the kiss, and it was one filled with a range of emotions. Aizawa kissed back, his lips pushing forth a range of his own feelings as well. There was one in there, however, neither of them had even begun to acknowledge or comprehend.

Pulling away, [L/n] spoke her piece, her eyes locked on his, not wavering for even a moment.

"You're a handsome, amazing, stunning man. You treat your students as if they're your children and they look up to you more than they may even know. You aren't a hero for the fame or glory, hell, you hate the media. You're a man who has his crap together and puts the lives of others ahead of his own. A man who I refuse to let believe is a liability or a limiter." Finishing her statement, she gave him the brightest smile. A smile he had missed, something else he would never admit.

His body acted before his mind and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close, and he did the one thing the two of them seemed to be doing more and more.

Placing his lips on hers, she immediately returned the favor.

The man began to advance, causing the woman to step backwards until her back was against the wall.

Neither of them would ever really admit to it, that they loved what it was that they were doing, that they missed the feeling.

Aizawa looped his fingers underneath the bottom of the shirt, that wasn't her shirt, and pulled it off. His lips began to trail down the woman's body until it got to her massive torso scar, the one she got from saving his life, and nearly losing her own.

The man placed soft, gentle kisses all along the scarring, treating it with care. As he made his way back up to her lips, he placed his hands along the backs of her thighs and lifted slightly, [L/n] then wrapping her legs around his waist.

They stayed like that for a moment, his red eyes and her [e/c] ones locked on one anothers, bodies pressed tight together. Then, [L/n] did something Aizawa hadn't seen her so since the USJ incident.

Her eyes became a bright golden color, and her skin began to steam ever so slightly. Looping her fingers underneath the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off, her fingertips left a burning sensation against his skin. Their mere proximity was causing him to feel the heat, but it was a heat that he was thoroughly enjoying.

Aizawa carried her to his bedroom, plopping her body onto his bed as he crawled atop her, enjoying the sight and the look of her golden eyes, the eyes that meant her insides were sun. He didn't advance though, and neither did she.

[L/n] raised her hands up, cupping the man's cheeks and smiled brightly at him, filling his heart with warmth as well. Her palms were hot on his face, but it was a burning sensation that he loved.

"Hey Shouta?" She proposed.

"Yes?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow, leaning his head down and resting his forehead against hers.

"Will you stay by my side?"

"I'll think about."

"But it's always more fun when we're together, don't you agree?"

The moment those words left her lips, Aizawa placed his lips on hers and it was over. They didn't need anymore words after that, the two of them never really did.

Aizawa felt as if he were on fire for hours, both from his own actions and from the unique trick [L/n] was doing with her Quirk, making her entire body sizzling to the touch. It was a night filled with physical euphoria, neither regretting a single thing they were doing.

They both seemed to know how to push the others buttons, in all the right ways.

It wasn't the first time the two have had sex, and they were now relatively confident it wouldn't be their last. This time, however, was different.

In Kamino, the two heroes had been hit with a Quirk that worked like Cupid's Bow, except it focused on the individuals hormones.

In London, the two heroes had become overwhelmed with a range of emotions and resorted to physical relief.

In Aizawa's home, the two heroes were doing it simply because they wanted to, because they could. Because every part of their bodies was yearning for the others.

They went on for hours, [L/n] halting the odd use of her Quirk once it was all over. The two laid there, Aizawa's arm dangling over the woman's frame and holding her close, the woman curled up, head against his chest, nude bodies pressed together underneath his sheets.

The two heroes were in a state of blissful euphoria and peace.

"Hey [L/n]?"

"Yes, Shouta?"

"It's definitely more fun when we're together."