Shota's hair was done in a tight bun. He had recently done a shave, making his jawline more visible and shaper than before. His outfit was simple, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. No scarf or goggles in sight. 

When his image became clear, your first instinct was to reach up and kiss his lips when he had let go of your face. Aizawa pulled you back down.

"Stop, you're not sober."

"And? I'm -"

You sat up and tried to take the strap heels off of your legs. Aizawa helped, lecturing you of how reckless of you to be drinking so much and allowing yourself to not be aware of your surroundings. By the time the heels came off, your got up on your feet and ran over to the bathroom falling to your knees and bent over the toilet. Aizawa ran over to hold back your hair as you sobbed yourself in the toilet. Aizawa rubbed your back while praising you on throwing up. 

Aizawa wasn't going to sleep until he had found a way to get you sober enough that you could sleep peacefully and without the fear of you choking on yourself at night. He's never dealt with a severely drunk person before, so all this was causing him stress. He needed to do things right the first time. 

Sitting back on your feet, you used the toilet paper to clean off your chapped lips. Your throat stung harshly from all the alcohol it was getting out. Your head throbbed in the temples and your eyes became heavy with sleep. 

"Let's rinse you off," Aizawa spun around to turn on the bath. "Knowing you, you'll kill me if I let you sleep without rinsing off." 

A murmur was your only response. Sitting against the wall of the bathroom with tired eyes, watching Aizawa check the temperature of the bath water. To his satisfaction, Aizawa took off his button up shirt and reached over to a towel to place on the floor. He knelt on his knees, sitting back on his feet as he stripped you down to your bra and underwear. Aizawa concealed his blush as he lifted you into the warm water. A smile overcame your drunken face as you rubbed your skin with your bare hands. Aizawa went back with a washcloth to clean your body better. 

His mind trailed off while observing your skin under his touch. He had forgotten how soft you felt under his touch. The perfume levitating off of your skin. His tired eyes shifted to a loving state as he finished cleaning your body, drying you off and wrapping you inside the towel. By the time you landed in his arms you had fallen into a deep sleep. Nestling on his wet chest, whispering in your sleep like a child. Aizawa smiled and laid you underneath the blankets with the towel below you. You were partially dry. Aizawa brushed back the hair that covered your face as he sat on the little space on the edge of the bed. 

Aizawa stayed by your side, sitting patiently waiting to see if you would wake up suddenly to puke up the alcohol. As he waited, he admired you. Stroking your hair back gently. He would have convinced himself that seeing you with him again was only an hallucination. 

Suddenly, Aizawa's blissful moment darken when he remembered how little effort he put into seeing you. He frowned, it wasn't the fact that he didn't want to see you because he did. With Ivia still out there, Aizawa took it upon himself to watch over you like a guardian hoping to catch Ivia. She never showed. For whatever reason Ivia went silent and no hero on the case has gotten a hint of her whereabouts. Deep down Aizawa liked that because every single morning and night he would swing by your home and check up on you. So many times, he noticed you search for him when trouble occurred and so many times he wanted to come down from the buildings to yell at you to stay away from any commotion, but also to say hello. However, All Might had instructed him to not make any contact with you if he chose to shadow you. Mainly for the fear of growing attached to you and Ivia using it against him. Aizawa agreed, holding back the information that he was already attached. And Aizawa left the room, his heart fluttered at the thought of seeing your eyes brighten in the sun and you standing under the moonlight still searching for him. 

Aizawa took in a deep sigh with a final stroke of your cheek. He lifted himself from the bed and walked over to his living room laying on the couch. He laid his head on the side where he could keep you in view. Aizawa just realized that you were sleeping on the side that has been empty forever. You had filled the void he was missing and filled his life with new feelings, making each moment all the special. 

He became curious if he offered you to stay with him in the apartment, would you say yes? Seeing you often would be difficult since in the next few weeks U.A. will be starting soon and he will be much more occupied with his time. But if you were to be here in the apartment, there will be chances that he could be home in time to be with you, resting, before running off to do hero work. Aizawa smiled, imagining you on the balcony waiting for him as he swung by on his scarf, dropping down for a quick kiss before jumping to the building over. 

And as his eyes started to close, Aizawa never felt more completed in his life. Before there was nothing Aizawa valued more than being a Pro-hero and a teacher for students at U.A. Of course, those are still valuable to him but now they are becoming overlapped now that he was gonna have you in his life.