The breakfast was somewhat solemn, only broken when Aizawa decided to reach out and hold Y/N's hand, beckoning them to his side of the table. As they did so, he pulled them by their hips onto his lap and held them tightly to his chest.

"Sorry about this morning," he said quietly into their hair, stroking their back softly. Y/N nodded, their nose rubbing against Aizawa's neck, earning a small grunt from the man. Slowly, but surely, they steeled themselves to get ready for the day with Aizawa being the first to finish changing. When he walked into the room they had shared, he saw Y/N struggling a bit with the shirt, the wounds on their threatening to get worse. Nearly tripping over himself, Aizawa came to their side and offered to help them with the shirt.

It was a small moment of intimacy, a kindness that both welcomed as Aizawa folded the shirt into their pants smartly. He tugged on the waistband of their pants teasingly, earning a smile from his lover that broke the grey cloud that wandered over them. Pressing his lips against Y/N's, the two forgot about the world outside of the four walls of this room and simply enjoyed each other's presence and comfort. Although Aizawa knew he was prone to fits of anxiety, he did feel more sure when Y/N was at his side. He assumed it to be that, by having them close, he could know they were well and safe but he also knew that Y/N was one of the few people he had ever really opened up to which was enough of a feat by itself.

"You gonna stay over tonight?" Aizawa said, before it dawned on him, "we don't have to do anything sexual tonight. We can just sit and be with each other, you know? I don't think we ever really had our own date night before..."

"I don't think we have," Y/N said quietly, tracing Aizawa's collar. Aizawa smiled at the gesture. It would be difficult to maintain a relationship, especially with his night patrols but they would manage, he was resolute on that part. Even if he had to fight through Hell itself, it was something he would do without a second thought.

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Breakfast went by finally, and Aizawa had taken his medication down with water before going to his own car with Y/N trailing behind sluggishly. When they sat down in the car, Aizawa looked over, seeing that their skin was less shiny than usual.

"I think they should have a good meal there at the school, get some more food for your quirk."

"Thank you, Sho," Y/N said quietly, reaching and squeezing his thigh tenderly. Aizawa looked down at his lover, the car still quiet except for their breathing before it was broken by the car starting and the radio turning on with a podcast. They drove slowly to the school as the city began to wake up around them and, after a good fifteen minutes, the school building loomed over them as they parked and prepared for a day with the same expectations, but a different circumstance entirely.