Empty Classroom

Seeing Aizawa passed out in his chair is more than a common sight for you, especially after he's had a long day of dealing with some of his more... active students and used up his Quirk.

You try to close the door slowly as to not disturb the sleeping man. He's got his arms crossed over his chest, his hair falling over his face as his head is tilted slightly upwards, his goggles hanging around his neck.

His breathing is slow, chest rising and falling, a small frown on his face more and more obvious as you draw closer.

"You're a real handful sometimes you know?" You whisper to him as you lean on the edge of his desk. "You're gonna ruin your back that way."

He hums, eyes still closed. "It's fine." He mumbles in his sleep. "Can't really fall asleep properly anyway."

You chuckle, "Sorry. I woke you up."

"I was barely sleeping. You're fine sweetheart." He peaks one eye open, taking in the sight of you in a now empty classroom and closes it again, "You came to pick me up?"

You lean over, brush his hair off his eyes and place a kiss each on both his eyelids. Aizawa gives you a very small smile in return. "I'm here to drag you home to bed. You've been working overtime and... well the bed is warmer with you there."

"If the students were here they'd spread rumors about this. Two teachers. Going home together. Sleeping in the same bed." Aizawa groaned as he stretched his arms above his head.

"Like the other teachers don't do a good job of that already. Maybe we should make it official." You wait for him to take your hand in yours before you start walking toward the door.

Aizawa pulls you in closer and gives you a kiss on the cheek, his stubble scratchy against your face, "Maybe. It might make things easier."

You give him a kiss in return as you exit the classroom and start your walk home.