Aizawa grumbled, turning over, his eyes opened, as he pushed him up. ”Mmm- Y/N..?” He mumbled tiredly, before looking at a red stain on the bedsheets of your side of the bed, eyes immediately darted to the bathroom, that was slightly open, the lights on. ”Ah, it already started? Are you alright?” Aizawa stood up, went over to the cabinet, took out some pads, and knocked on the door. ”Im coming in.” He spoke. You knew there wasn’t any stopping him. Even the worst times, he’d help you.