"Are you alright?" Aizawa asked, watching Y/N steeple their hands in front of their face, staring intently at the wall behind Aizawa. He had become quite sure that they were not alright, or at least just deep in thought, but it was still a question he wanted to ask. Y/N buried their face in their hands and sighed before resigning themselves to the situation. 

"So, you and I are going to have to be able to answer some very specific questions," they mumbled, looking up to face Aizawa. The pan popped behind him which drew his attention away from the tense atmosphere as he began to serve up breakfast. He stole glances over his shoulder, seeing the pensive figure with what appeared to be a very strong aura of a storm cloud. 

"It might not be that bad, Hizashi is a loudmouth but he does tend to respect boundaries." 

"I'm worried about Flore." 

"What about her?", Aizawa said, the name sparking something in his throat with a similar taste to bile. 

"Well, she didn't exactly want me to still be in dangerous situations so her one big thing was to get me to marry someone... to settle me down. So, I'm worried about how she's going to push it."

"Would you get married?"

Aizawa smirked, watching Y/N go red and bury their hands in their face again, avoiding eyecontact.

"That's not the issue."

"You're diverting," Aizawa cooed, taking his cup from the counter and drinking some of the coffee in it. Y/N sighed, just allowing the annoyance to go in and out in a fell swoop before beginning to eat breakfast. Aizawa watched, leaning against the counter, as they awkwardly tried not to look at him while eating.

"I was going to bring breakfast to bed for you, why did you come out?"

"The bed was cold without you." 

Aizawa nearly choked back on his coffee when he heard the affectionate response. He watched over the rim of the coffee cup, feeling his body warm at the subtle exposition. 

"Speaking of," he coughed, "I took the liberty of putting the clothes in the wash. Feel free to wear my clothes for the day."

"You're horrible at acting unfazed."

"Is it that obvious?"

Y/N chuckled, prompting an equal laugh from Aizawa. When Y/N had accidently breathed in a piece of breakfast in their attempt to eat, the laughter only grew. it was mixed with panic as Aizawa tried to dislodge the food by hitting them on the back, but soon the two were bent over the counter in hysterics.

"We're both horrible at acting unfazed," Aizawa said in a sing-song voice, watching y/n rub the tears from their eyes. When the laughter had died down, Aizawa had taken to sitting next to them by the counter, making sure they didn't choke again. The only sounds that floated in the apartment was the sound of the washing machine from the other room and the gentle birdsong from outside. 

It didn't take long before Aizawa finally noted: 

"The sky's darkening, you think it might rain?" He pulled down the blinds, looking outside. 

"Probably, it was a bit colder last night." 

"Strange weather these days," he muttered, "but then you'll need to put something warmer on. I think I got a decent sweater somewhere." 

"You really want them to think we did stuff, don't you?" 

Aizawa turned from the blinds, sauntering over to y/n, standing in front of them and placing his hands on the counter behind them, pinning them in a small space.

"What if I do?" 

The heat was tense between the two. Aizawa and Y/N stared at each other, neither backing down from the subtle challenges. It had taken a rapid knocking at the door to snap them out of their duel. Aizawa turned around, winking, before opening the door.

"Hey, Hizashi," he said, just loud enough for Y/N to hear and prepare themselves. Without a moment's notice, Flore poked her head through the door, standing comically shorter than Hizashi, before catching the Y/N in her sight. She looked up and down, smiling wildly and pulling a thumbs up. Aizawa and Hizashi watched with amusement before the latter was invited in. Hizashi, in turn, looked at Y/N, nudging Aizawa in the side. The growl of annoyance was enough to dishearten Hizashi but not Flore, who ran forward in the home carrying a kit bag. She pulled out a smaller bag of fruits and held it out to Aizawa:

"For taking care of him, for the evening," she smiled gingerly, as Aizawa awkwardly took the bag. He invited Hizashi to the kitchen to sit for a cup of coffee while Flore practically dragged Y/N to the living room. Hizashi consented, staring over his shoulder as Flore threw Y/N down on the couch, putting the kitbag at her feet and sitting next to him.

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"I feel like I should ask if you guys did anything," Aizawa said silently, pouring out a second cup of coffee. Hizashi stared at Aizawa with a look of faux shock, dramatically putting his hand in front of his mouth. 

"What about you, at least Flore's wearing her own clothes," Hizashi retorted, folding his arms triumphantly. 

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Flore opened the kitbag, looking over y/n's shoulder to see if the other two were busy. She then smiled and grabbed their hands with the franticness of a wet cat: 

"So, what happened?" she whispered, practically screaming in a silent tone. Y/N sighed, massaging their temple as they leaned on the couch. They shook their head but this did nothing to dishearten Flore, who then reached into the bag and pulled out a set of clothes.

"I dropped by your place and picked up a change of clothes, enough for a good day. I also," she sang, reaching into the bag and pulling out a small bottle of red wine, she wiggled in her seat in a dance.

"No..."

"Oh , come on. Trust me, I'm the mistress of romance."

"In what world?" 

"In every world that you're in because your love life was the role model for deserts, it's that dry, love," she said matter-of-factly, rotating the bottle in her hand. She pursed her lips and scanned her eyes over the label of the bottle, waiting for a response. 

"What would I even do with that?"

"It's what you do after it that counts," she said silently. She turned and smiled slyly. She put the bottle back in the kitbag, pulling out another smaller bag. She opened it and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Without hesitation, y/n grabbed her hand and hid the handcuffs.

"Don't show those outside..." they hissed, earning a raised eyebrow from Flore. 

"Love, look at him. He dressed you up in his clothes. You didn't see the way he looked at you when we came in. He has a literal bondage tool as a hero. You expect me to believe that these are the only handcuffs in this house?" 

The statement sent shivers through Y/N, the realization that there would possibly be other handcuffs... other people.  

Flore saw the tension and gave him a small punch on the shoulder.

"I checked my sources; he hasn't really had anything for a while. His love life is like yours. It starred in cowboy movies for the tumbleweeds that floated through it," she emphasized her point by making small circles with her finger. She did understand, however, and put the bag in y/n's lap. In it were a variety of items: handcuffs, a bottle of lubrication, a folded-up blindfold, condoms. Without a moment of thought, Y/N quickly concealed the bag, blushing horribly. Finally, Flore pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing several small vials with a yellow liquid. 

"Your banana-serums, My Lord," she presented dramatically. Y/N heard Hizashi chuckle behind him and realized that they were in the room. The realization that Aizawa may have caught a glimpse of the handcuff-exchange struck a deep note of embarrassment and heat in his body. In retaliation, they looked at Hizashi, then back at Flore. They raised their eyebrow. Flore put her tongue in her cheek and smiled slyly. 

She went forward, holding Y/N by the shoulder, and whispered with a siren-like voice:

"And it was good too; try and find something more incriminating next time." 

"Flore," they nearly screeched, covering their face and laughing aloud. Flore fell back, laughing as well at the sudden outburst, earning confused looks from Aizawa and Hizashi. 

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. I've been sorting out things with Uni and it has been a rollercoaster from start to finish. I've got summaries for the next few chapters for both this and Starlight, so we will work off those to speed things up and make sure that I'm at least doing something consistently. 

With that in mind, I hope you enjoyed. Thank you to all the new readers and all the previous readers. Feel free to follow, vote and comment. Also, if you want, feel free to send me a song recommendation and a ship so I can write a oneshot and start up the oneshot-music books where I take the song, the Ship and any smaller details (fluffy, angsty, smutty, platonic, etc.) and write it up. As always, much love and appreciation....

<3 Jester,