You're currently 18. Your beloved Sensei was just once again injured, and it has CRUSHED you.

After the war your first year, when he lost a leg and his eye, you had spiraled and developed even more trauma than you already had.

You and Aizawa had always been close, but he had no idea that his injuries had effected you so badly.

But how could they not? You were deeply in love with the man. If only he knew. He was easy to love, really. Contrary to the side he showed others. But with you, it was always different.

He always had more patience and understanding for you. You shared a bond that he didn't share with anyone else- including his own friends Yamada and Nemuri.

So, here you were, in the hospital again, visiting Aizawa. He had been in the hospital for a couple days at this point, and he was getting grumpy. You weren't surprised.

"You don't have to babysit me, [Name]. I'm being looked after..." He huffed.

Normally, his words would've hurt you, but you could understand his frustrations. He didn't want you to worry, and he wanted you to look after yourself.

"Hush, Shota. I'll be by your side- like it or not. And when you're discharged, I fully intend to be your caregiver while you recuperate at home."

He was about to protest, but you gave him a look that made him reconsider.

He huffed, crossing his arms and getting that adorable little pout that reminded you of a child not getting their way...the one where his lower lip jutted out.

You couldn't help but giggle softly, which only made his pout more pronounced.

A nurse finally brought in his dinner, and placed it on his hospital beside table, and you scooted closer, beginning to cut up his food for him.

"I can do it-" You silence him again with that LOOK.

He sighed, pouting again, but finally muttered, "Thank you."

You smiled softly, your eyes tender as you hold out a forkful of his dinner.

He reluctantly took a bite- meeting your eyes, lips curled around the utensil.

You blushed faintly. "You're welcome."