The breakfast was rather delicious after a morning sex. Aizawa didn't feel like it was right of him to allow you to reheat the meal so he cooked you a fresh new plate and ate the reheated meal. It was all smiles while sitting together at his counter. A casual conversation with a topic changing every few minutes. Your soft giggles are what triggered Aizawa to smile once in a while. 

After the meal, you had sent a text out to Min and your family, letting them know your whereabouts. 

"This, will it end?" You asked with a gloomy expression. Shutting the phone off and ignoring the text that pinged. You curled up next to the armrest of the couch and looked at Aizawa. 

He pulled his hair into a bun and flipped opened his laptop. Taking a seat beside you. His lips perched up unsure of the exact answer. "It could. If we let it."

"I don't want to let it. This feels good. Does it not?"

Aizawa had leaned back with his legs out stretched on the coffee table. You curled up under his arm and hugged his body, rubbing your cheek along his chest. Aizawa smirked, he couldn't work on his syllabus with you taking up one of his arm. 

"This definitely feels good," He clicked around on the laptop when a message appeared on the bottom corner. "My work would keep us apart though."

You read the message and watched as Aizawa opened it, lifting his arm off of you to reply. The message came from a group chat made between Mic, Midnight and All Might and it read:

AM: ''Ivia and the rest of the Snakes were found in hiding. We need all heroes' for immediate capture.''

PM: ''Send location. Out in 10.''

A: ''I can be on patrol.''

Aizawa placed the laptop out on the coffee table and got up rushing to his bedroom and pulling out his hero uniform. The scarf and goggles were out on display in the living room, hanging on its own hook. The message continued to ping revealing the location of Ivia and where the heroes would be meeting at, as Aizawa put himself together. You shouted the location to Aizawa. 

M:''Currently with Gum and Lady, we will be there under 17 mins.''

"Type for me 'I'm on my way.'"

You nodded and sent the message. Aizawa opened the glass doors to his balcony and hopped onto the railings. You ran out to him, hugging yourself when you felt the cold wind hit your back. 

"Go back inside, it's cold."

"Be careful out there."

Aizawa nodded, pinching your chin with his thumb and leaning down for a kiss. "Stay here today."

"Okay."

Aizawa took a leap off his railings and chuck his scarf to a nearby pole, gliding down to a building. He did a roll, stopping on one knee and glancing back to wave to you. A bubbly happiness started inside of you and you did a small hop as you waved Aizawa goodbye. He ran off, jumping from one roof to another. You scuttled inside, shivering until the door was closed. You sighed and grabbed the throw blanket on the seat, pulling it around your body and laid along the arm rest. 

The apartment flat shifted to a more lonesome atmosphere when you observed Aizawa's taste in decor. All the decor was in black and white, the simplicity expanded from the living room to the bedroom. The frames along the wall were black and grey landscapes, one of them being familiar. It was the front view of the small traditional japanese home you and Aizawa, along with Mic and Midnight, shared. You couldn't hold down the smile and stood up, getting closer to the painting to get a clear view. Memories came back making a warm fuzzy feeling deep in your chest. The throw blanket dragged on the floor when you turned to the kitchen.

A rapid knocking, hard and direct alarmed you. It came from the door opposite to the kitchen, a black door that was in the center of the wall. The elevator wasn't the only access way to the flat, it was mainly used by Aizawa and anyone else who had an ID card to the flat. The door was meant for guest that was allowed up by the front desk. 

"Hello?" You took a peep through the peephole. 

Ivia stood on the other end, her hair wrapped around the neck of a child. She rose the child higher impacting the choke even more. "Open up sweet pea."

You fought with the locks, yanking them off and pulling the door open. Ivia's hair strike at your neck, wrapping around like a snake. She smirked, letting the child go. The child whimpered, crying for her mother as she crawled out. 

"What's wrong? Didn't you miss me? I sure missed you."

"You're still uglier than ever." You coughed up, it was half a lie. 

Ivia frowned with her hands on her hips she dragged you along with her as she looked around the apartment. You struggled, pulling the best you could on the hair as you balanced on the very tip of your toes. Your nails scraping along the cold tile floor. 

"Now, about your blood," She sighs with a smile, her breath of air turning sinister as she clasped her hands. "I tried to forget about you but the heroes kept invading my privacy and I couldn't forget."

She stepped to the side, around the counter of the kitchen and grabbed a knife. A small vile slipped out of her sleeve and she placed it on the counter. 

"All I need is a small sample."

"Fuck off."

The hair bondage you mouth muffling your continued profanity. Ivia's fingers rubbed against the edge of the blade, the sharpness excited her. The clicking of her heels echoed as she stood in front of you, holding out your arm with force. The edge of the knife poked into your forearm. A sudden rush of blood lust overcame her and she sliced a large gash in your arm. Your muffled screams only grew her smile as she slowly reached for the vile to fill. 

When the pain faded enough to concentrate, your blood stretched out into large thorns piercing threw her body puncturing her throat, her chest, an arm and her side hip breaking her bone. Shock painted Ivia's face seeing that you had figured out your quirk. None of her men has informed her so she was under the impression that you were still clueless. Ivia's quirk was erased, Aizawa broke through his own glass door with his scarf in hand spinning around Ivia's wrist and catching the vile of blood before it shattered on the floor. With a deep breath, your blood flowed back allowing her wounds to be open. Like thick water your blood reverted back to the gash, along with the vile of blood that slithered down Aizawa's fingers. As the wound sealed, you took a step back and sat on the floor suddenly feeling light headed from the large amount of blood used to practically murder Ivia. 

With fresh wounds and no way to heal herself, Ivia's wide eyes scarred your memories as she spit up her blood. Her hair drained of its color as a pool of blood expanded across the floor. Aizawa stepped into the view of Ivia, looking down at you with concern asking about your well being. Ivia smiled, her teeth red. Her bounded wrist gripped the scarf to hide the pain she was enduring. Tears streamed down her cheeks and forced a chuckle before clearing her throat. 

"I don't want to die yet," Evil filled her eyes as her head lowered, her eyes looking through her eyebrows. "My death is on your hands."

"That's enough from you," Aizawa grunted, stepping forward to shove his scarf into her mouth. 

Ivia's body couldn't last any longer. She fell over into the pool of blood that was soaked into each tile.

Aizawa dropped his scarf frantically holding your shoulders. Your mind was blank, only seeing the ghost of Ivia sitting down with her eyes wide, blood covered teeth and her last words ringing in your ears. Aizawa's nails pinched your skin, waking you up from the nightmare. He cupped your head, forcing you to face the balcony as he lifted you up into his arms taking you to his bedroom. His murmurs of reassurance caused his body to shake. Worrisome pumped his heart until it echoed in your ears, erasing the final words of Ivia. He knelt on the bed, placing you down and rocking you back and forth.  

You could hear the other heroes' arriving and Aizawa yelling for Midnight for privacy. She ran over, grabbing the tall curtains that were tied to the walls and pulling them together blocking off the bedroom from the rest of the flat. When the door closed Aizawa pulled you away to look at your face. 

"Speak! Say something!"

You couldn't say anything to let him know that you were okay because that would have been a lie. Instead you hugged him, your arms around his heaving chest burying your face deep in his clothes. Aizawa hugged you tighter than ever before. The beat of his heart slowing down and his breathing becoming normal. 

"Say something," Aizawa choked on his tears. "Please."

"I love you," You nestled into his chest some more. "But I killed her..."

"Look at me," Aizawa cupped your face. "It was self-defense. Between your life or hers. Never feel guilty for defending yourself. Do you understand?"

You struggled to nod in his grip. An okay squeezed from your pucker lips which collided with Aizawa's. He held you close again before getting off of the bed. 

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

Aizawa pulled the curtains to the side and stepped through a small opening.