You are 18, and it is your final year at UA. You have always been in love with the renowned, grumpy, and stoic Sensei that has a heart of gold deep down.

You and he have always been close, having a bond that many questioned and didn't understand, though it was always professional. Anybody that knew Aizawa knew he was a walking moral compass and would never do anything inappropriate with a student under 18.

Yet, people still gossiped. They speculated. What you didn't know was that he felt protective towards you because of your trauma, which was quite similar to his.

However, that's not the only reason he took to you. He saw your maturity beyond your years, your potential, your abilities, your intelligence, etc. He held a great deal of respect for you and even had a bit of a soft spot for you.

That is precisely why you fell in love with him- never mind the fact that he was absolutely gorgeous in your eyes.

He was always more patient, kind, attentive, and didn't judge you. He listened and was a rock when you needed a foundation to stand on.

It was after midnight, and you couldn't sleep again. You sat in the darkness of the living quarters, your mind processing like it always did late at night. You sat on the couch for a good 15 minutes, when unbeknownst to you, your handsome Sensei was observing you silently as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest- a common stance of his.

Finally, he quietly and gently broke the silence, not wanting to scare you.

"Hey... Can't sleep again?" His tone was tender and exhausted. It was evident that he hadn't been sleeping well again either.

Your heart ached for him and you spoke honestly, "No... you know how it is..." You sighed with frustration, and then finally had an idea. You knew it was risky, but it was just the two of you... right?

"Come sit down. I want to relax you." You invite gently. You wanted an excuse to get closer to him.

He studied you for a moment in silence, and then nodded before joining you on the couch.

Your heart begun to race.