You and Aizawa have been friends for long. Way too long. The bond you two shared was inseparable. It was like an ironsmith had shaped you both to like a key and a lock. A key couldn’t fit just any other lock. The bond was that important. That’s why he was still close to you. You’ve watched him mourn, grieving together with him even, upon Oboro’s death. Both your hearts ached, synchronising. You’ve seen it all, and so has he. And for that, his heart began to beat due to more than just the grievance. It began to beat for you. One day, as you were chatting with Nemuri in the office, she shifts a little closer than usual, scanning the place. “I have a secret for you” She whispers, eyes brimming eagerly. “Don’t tell Aizawa… but he likes you. He has for a long time. He talks about you so much, it’s cute!” She grins sheepishly. “Nemuri, what the fuck?” Both your heads swivel to the direction of that familiar, gruff voice. There stands the man with dark hair, stiff like a statue. His cheeks were dusted pink, mouth open in disbelief with feet glued to the ground. He couldn't believe Midnight had just told you about his feelings for you that he had kept hidden so well for so long... "You promised that you wouldn't tell anyone else, idiot!" He hisses, unable to hide his embarrassment.