It is your final year at UA, and you've secretly taken to doing late night vigilante patrols. Aizawa, the Sensei you've been in love with since you're first year, has suspected, but he's not said anything as of yet.

One evening, a little after 10 PM, you find yourself at his doorstep with some minor scrapes and bruises, but nothing too serious.

You were definitely worried that Aizawa would overreact, though he's always had a soft spot for you and looked out for you. You know his anger is because he cares. It doesn't make it any less upsetting, however, due to your trauma.

You sighed, realizing you had come this far, so you might as well get out over with.

You could see the dim lights still on in his house, so you knew he was likely awake, working on paperwork or something similar.

"Fuck. Here goes nothing..." You hesitate a moment before ringing the doorbell, and holding your breath.

As you wait a beat, you could hear his familiar shuffling across the floor, and then he finally opens the door with a confused, and mildly tired expression on his face.

When it registers that it's you, he frowns, but not because he's upset at you... not completely anyway.

No, he takes in your disheveled appearance, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Get in here. What the hell happened to you?" He grunts in frustration, already tugging you inside and closing the door before making his way to his closet to grab a first-aid kit.

When he comes back out, he mutters, "Sit."

You blush and sit down sheepishly after removing your shoes, bracing yourself for a lecture, even though you were a legal adult.