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Aizawa's eyes snapped open at the sudden sound of a phone going off. He felt around the nightstand, earning a small squirm from Y/N, who was otherwise still in a semi-comatose sleep. The phone was ringing; it had an unknown number. He crawled from the bed and shuffled out of the room before answering.

"Is this Aizawa?"

The voice sounded familiar, which sent a sweat down the back of his neck. He steered himself.

"Who is this?"

"I should've led with that. Hey, Aizawa, it's Flore from the club last night."

"How did you get this number?"

"I have my ways..."

"Mic is your way, I'm assuming."

"Maybe," Flore cooed. AIzawa grunted and was also confirmed in his suspicion when he heard Mic in the background.

"Well, consider this a business call, Aizawa. I tracked down our mutual friend at a local warehouse. Of course, the tracker might be taken out because of surgery and no one likes a bullet stuck in their thigh but that's where the fun part comes in. It's built like a bacteriophage, but with limits; it'll die out soon, so hop to it."

"You were oddly prepared for this."

"Oddly doesn't even begin to manifest here, Hun. You need to remember that you're not the only ones that exist in the world. We do too."

"We?"

"Quirkless or Disadvantaged by the Quirk. I'm quirkless, and your little puppy can't do much with his quirk without putting his own life on the line. You should've seen him that night."

"That night?"

"That is a lore expansion pack for another season, honey. Now, get on your way and report this information because I'm not in the mood to have to make extra phone calls. I'll send you the details."

With that, the phone went dead, but not without buzzing. Aizawa looked down and saw two messages from an unknown number. He saved it as "Crazy" before forwarding the messages to the Search and Rescue Department. He turned around when he heard shuffling in the bedroom.

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The bed had begun to feel exceptionally cold. Y/N rolled around, patting around the other side before opening their eyes. Aizawa wasn't there. Of course not. They groaned and rolled onto their backs before wincing in pain. Soon, Y/N had resigned to a position on their stomach, which felt a lot more comfortable. They laid straight and tried not to focus too much on the pain in their back and shoulders.

They had grown comfortable with the silence when Aizawa walked in, bringing a gift of ointment for their back.

"Glad to see you're awake."

Y/N grunted in response with an affirmative. Aizawa couldn't help but look at the hero with a sense of sympathy but also pity.

"You're still wearing your gear from last night; maybe you might want to change into something comfortable."

Another grunt, and Aizawa chuckled to himself as he listened. He put the ointment on the nightstand before rummaging through his closet. Y/N prodded at the tube of ointment before reaching out to take it fully. Sitting up didn't do much to help the pain either, but it was better done quickly than slowly. They took off their shirt and fishnet before trying to rub the ointment in. It was soon realized that they'd have to work incrementally, starting with the shoulders, which would then allow them to reach the back.

"You could always ask for help," Aizawa chuckled as he sat on the bed. He took the clothes and put them behind him before reaching out for the tube. Relenting, Y/N finally gave him the tube. He tilted his head, gesturing for them to turn around. He ran his fingers across their skin, humming a tune to himself. The cream was cold but began to warm the skin underneath it and Y/N leant into the touch. Aizawa smiled and shifted on the bed closer to them, wrapping his arms gently around their waist as he pulled them into his chest. He rested his chin gently on their shoulders and sighed contentedly.

"You seem to have a past, don't you?"

Y/N moaned in response, tilting their head stiffly to rest against Aizawa's.

"I used to be involved with some basic errands. That's where I learned how to fight."

Aizawa listened to the answer, feeling the vibration that went through Y/N's throat as he spoke, and laid a gentle kiss on the nape of their neck.

"You think you can get changed? I'm gonna make breakfast for us."

"I think so. Thank you again."

Aizawa ran his hands across their chest, then back up and pulled their head to him, laying a kiss on their lips. He rested his forehead against theirs, and they sat in a comfortable silence, forgetting the world around them.