Quite frankly it was hard not to baby him. After all, he had just come back to you, scarred, missing a leg, and left with an unfunctional quirk. The only thing anyone would want to was hold him close and ensure that he never vanished again.

Through some miracle Aizawa put up with the constant fussing and careful attention for a long time. He was still adjusting too. On more than one occasion did he try to pick up a cup a moment to late because his depth perception is practically gone now. Yet no matter how many cups he broke you didn't get fed up or rolled your eyes.

It made breathing a bit easier. It made this all feel a bit less daunting than it was.

Neither of you really was surprised when Aizawa was officially removed from field duty, but you could tell in the beginning it stung quite a bit.

Occasionally your house was quiet and cold. No exciting new stories about patrol, no bustling music, sure those were rare times but they still happened.

He was adjusting, and most days came back exhausted from rehablitation and phyiotherapy. Which lead to a lot of days where you two just laid quietly on the couch, the bed, in the bath holding onto one another.

Tonight wasn't much different, he felt your warmth next to him. Your bodies curled against one another. Slowly a soft steadily increasing burning sensation filled his missing right leg, quickly followed by what felt like thousands of pins and needles puncturing it. Phantom pains, again.

A muffled yet clearly pained groan left his throat. "Not again." His arms tightening around you.