(CW: Thoughts of Death and Anxiety)

Aizawa held them close to him as they sat in the bed, sheltered by the blankets. He turned on the laptop and pulled up some smaller series that he hoped they could watch to ground them after the intensity of the encounter. It didn't take long before Y/N fell asleep against him, their head resting against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around them, slowly stroking their hair as they were lulled into a deeper sleep. He could swear that he was hearing the cells of his skin dividing, but he knew it was probably the silence of the room when the video was slowly buffering.

He couldn't help but marvel at them, the way they took everything in their stride. It was something endearing. He also couldn't help but admire their disregard for some of the more common laws, and their ability to improvise. Had it not been for that, they wouldn't have gotten the location of the warehouse, granted that Nezu would probably ask them about that tomorrow. He shut the laptop, plunging the room into darkness as he slid it onto his nightstand.

He startled when Y/N squirmed in his arm, twisting a bit at the sudden shift of weight on the bed. Smiling, Aizawa shuffled down, taking them with him until they were both resting their heads on the pillows. He adjusted his arm a bit underneath Y/N, knowing it would probably go dead in a few minutes but, seeing the peaceful face, it was worth it.

Slowly, he began to fall into a rhythm of his own, his breaths slowing until he went into a semi-sleep. He awoke just a bit when Y/N had inched closer to him, and that marked the beginning of a much deeper sleep, the two with their legs tangled with each other and their warmth wrapping around them.

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The alarm went off and Aizawa let out a small groan, reaching out blindly to press the off button. When there was a final silence, Aizawa rubbed his eyes. He looked down at Y/N as they let out a yawn, shifting slightly until they rolled over. Aizawa chuckled a bit seeing the red imprints of the bed's fabric on his lover's face. He shuffled closely, pressing a kiss against the back of Y/N's neck, earning a less than audible hum of appreciation.

"Wake up, love," he whispered into their ear. A frustrated groan of denial earned another breathy chuckle from Aizawa but he relented. Moving to the side of the bed, he threw his legs over to the floor, looking around the room. What did they change into? Aizawa looked down and saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Turning over, he saw the colours of his shirt being worn by them and there was some deep warmth that came from it. Looking down, he saw the clothes from last night still covering the floor. Laundry day would be earlier this week.

They needed to get up, but that meant waking them up and he couldn't really bring himself to do it. Slowly, he stood up and gathered up the clothes and put them into the laundry hamper. After, he moved and set the coffee maker to work before pulling out a pan, plates and a bowl. He figured a simple breakfast of french toast would have enough carbs and proteins that it would help them today. He thought about making lunch for them as well before he remembered that he was busy looking at food to stock up on if these evening rendezvouses would be a constant event. It would help him as well, to make sure that he'd be on his game.

The movement was enough to lull him into auto-pilot mode, and he soon found his thoughts aimlessly wandering hither and thither. Eventually, he found himself thinking on Y/N's injures, but that led to thinking about what would happen if the two split up, either by battle or by their own affairs. The thought was enough to still him and he couldn't help but feel a strong pang of pain in his chest at the idea that had now taken up residence in his vision.

What would happen if that were to go on? What could they do to prevent it? It's not like Aizawa could ask them to leave their job so that the risks of being a hero were reduced. He could always try and isolate Y/N to infirmary work but that might put more pressure on their relationship. He hadn't realized, but he was on the brink of hyperventilation when a small voice broke through his thoughts.

He saw them sitting at the edge of the kitchen, holding a pillow with them. Their eyes were still sleepy but had a lucid concern in them that spoke to how long they were standing there. Almost on impulse, Aizawa lunged forward and grabbed them into his chest, holding tightly as though they would fade in a moment's notice. He took in everything about them, and he didn't want to let go for a second. It was moments like this, 'memento mori' as some would call it, that sometimes threatened to break him. It wasn't so much the fear of dying that got him, but it was the fear of leaving things behind, especially things that mattered. He didn't know how to face that trouble, it had always been a sob trope to him in movies but it still hit him deeply.

As though Y/N picked up on Aizawa's tenseness, they reached up and cupped Aizawa's cheek. He melted into their touch, feeling his body slacken against theirs as a wave of calm overtook him. His eyes snapped opened when he realized what may have been going on and he slowly pulled their hand from his cheek, kissing the fingers with nimble affection.

"Please don't use your quirk, you need to heal," he said quietly against their hand, hoping that it didn't hurt them. He saw understanding in their eyes and let out a sigh of relief before hearing the coffee machine gurgle and drip coffee into the jug at the bottom.

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A/N:

Please Gd prevent me from turning this into an ouchy fanfic...