Hi Everyone! This story is just another sickfic I wrote, because of course I had to. I don't even know how I write so many of these -_-

But, anyway, this story was inspired by "Just some sleep and quiet" by "Sevi007", which is also a sweet fanfiction, if you want to check it out!

Enjoy!

Aizawa rubbed his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, blinking against the headache he felt coming on. It was two in the morning, and he had been grading some papers for a few hours now. He figured it was time to go to bed, since he didn't have a patrol tonight.

Closing his laptop, he spun around in his computer chair, looking around his small apartment in the 1-A dorm building before deciding to do a sweep of the area and make sure all his students were asleep.

He walked out of his door, and down the hallway that led out next to the entrance and into the common area. His steps were light and quiet as he walked, years of underground hero work ingraining stealth into his very being.

All the lights were off, but he still walked through the room anyway. When he got to the sitting area, he paused, hearing something in the quiet of the night. His brows furrowed as he stepped closer, wondering if the sound was a student, or something else. As he rounded one of the couches, he saw what must have been the source of the noice. There was a dark lump curled up against the far armrest of the couch.

As he stood there, the sound came again, and he was able to identify it easier: a small whimper, so quiet he wouldn't have been able to hear it unless he was as close as he was. The sound coincided with the dark shape curling up tighter to itself, and before he knew what he was doing, he was taking the last few steps until he was standing beside the couch on the other end.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, and the figure uncurled upon hearing his footsteps, he recognized them as Ashido. Her pink features were shadowed in the dark, but the horns on her head were unmistakable, as well as the face that Aizawa had come to associate with the bubbly, enthusiastic girl she normally was.

"Sensei," she whispered out, her voice breaking at the end of that one word. He could practically hear the tears in her voice.

"What's wrong Ashido?" He asked, adopting the gentle voice he saved for the times when it was needed. People might think he was heartless and cold, but that was just what he showed on the outside.

In reality, if he found someone he cared about, he cared about them more than anyone. And his class this year had somehow made him care more than he ever had for a class. He assumed it was because of how protective he was after all the villain attacks, and how much they all had to rely on each other, him included, because of the attacks. Either way, he cared, and hearing his usually happy student so distraught was making his heart ache. (No, Hizashi, he wasn't a dad, leave him alone.)

Aizawa was snapped out of his thoughts by Ashido's answer. "M-my head hurts, and I'm hot, and I can't sleep, and, and, I just, I want to sleep!" Tears started rolling down her cheeks, just barely visible in the dim lighting.

Aizawa reached out a hand to her forehead, feeling the heat radiating off the girl, before moving that hand to rest gently on her head, in between her horns. "You've got a fever. Have you taken anything for that?"

He could see her head shaking, and could still hear small sniffles as she cried.

"I'll be right back, okay, Ashido?" He said, sinking his fingers further into her hair once before taking his hand back. He received a shaky nod in response, and stood up from his crouched position next to the couch.

Aizawa made his way to the kitchen, avoiding the dark shapes of the couches and tables that he could run into. When he got to the kitchen, he closed the door halfway before turning the light on, not wanting all of it to shine into the sitting area.

He walked over to the designated medicine cabinet in the kitchen, took down a bottle, and shook a couple pills into his hand. Then he grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, filled it with cool water, and walked back out of the kitchen, leaving the light on and the door still half closed, so that he could see a bit better out in the sitting area.

Ashido uncurled again as he came up to her, purposefully making his footsteps loud enough to be heard. Aizawa walked over to the couch she was on, set the glass down on the coffee table, and sat down on the other side of the couch from her.

The pink girl shifted until she was lying more in the middle of the couch, closer to her teacher.

Aizawa held out his hand, which still had the two pills, and waited until she put her hand beneath his, after which he placed the pills into her cupped palm. She stared at them for a bit, before shifting up a bit do she was more in a sitting position, and popping them in her mouth.

The underground hero then grabbed the glass of water and handed it to her. She took a big sip, and swallowed the pills, which Aizawa knew since he heard the sound of her swallowing. She had only drunk a few sips of the water, and then she handed it back to her teacher, who then placed it back on the coffee table

He waited a couple more seconds, before asking, "Do you want to go back up to your room?"

Ashido shook her head frantically, reaching her hand up to grip her forehead in pain at the sharp motion, and scooting just a few more inches closer to him. It was subtle, but not lost on him.

"Alright, I'll be right back," he said then, standing back up carefully, making sure not to shake the couch too much or make too much noise. He walked back into the kitchen, and searched through a few drawers before he found the one he wanted, the one with the towels and clothes in it. Taking out one of the softer clothes, he soaked it in cool water, making sure it wasn't too cold, before ringing most of the water out, and stepping out of the room again, turning the light off as he went this time.

On his way back over to the couch Ashido was on, he snagged a pillow from a chair, holding it in one hand, and the cool cloth in the other. He sunk back into his place on the couch, noticing right away that the pink girl was still in the same position as when he had left.

He placed the pillow on his lap for the moment, then reached out and grabbed the glass of water, handing it to her again. "Drink as much as you can," he said quietly. She looked at him for a moment, probably in confusion, before taking it from his hand and drinking most of it, then put it back on the table herself.

Aizawa then rearranged the pillow on his lap, placing it just on the edge of his legs, on the side closest to his student. "Lie down," he said, patting the pillow gently, and shifting around to get himself more comfortable.

Ashido hesitated for a few seconds, but then realized that he was being serious. She was never someone to refuse physical contact, such as it was, especially with her normally stoic teacher. Inching a bit closer, she slowly laid down until her head was resting on the pillow, which was leaning up against his lap.

As her head sunk into it, Aizawa folded the damp cloth he still held in half, and draped it gently over her forehead, brushing back her bangs so the weren't trapped under it. She flinched at the cold, before relaxing again.

"Thanks, Sensei," she murmured, sinking her head deeper into the pillow over his legs for a few moments, almost like a hug. He just hummed deep in his chest in response.

And, if Aizawa started carding his fingers gently through her hair, he would deny it vehemently. (No, Nemuri! They aren't his kids!) But, either way, she was asleep in just a few minutes, and he followed not long after, his hand still gently sunk into her pink hair.

And if, once morning came, several students had a picture of it on their phones, which may have been sent to some of the teachers as well, then Aizawa wasn't going to mention it. Especially if one of said pictures ended up sent to him. (And yes, it was worth the teasing, Hizashi and Nemuri!)

Yay! I managed to write a Dadzawa fanfiction without Midoriya!