Eventually sunlight started to fill the room from around the edges of her curtains making the room brighter and brighter . With heavy half lidded eyes, Aoi blinked. Her body ached, whether it was from the uncomfortable position she had been in curled up in Izuku's lap, or maybe it was from all the thrashing around while she had her nightmare? It didn't matter the reason as it wouldn't make her body hurt any less.

Izuku must have been accustomed to getting up with the sun as it didn't feel like it took long after the sun rose that he started to stir. The warm body beneath hers shifted slightly. She could feel the muscles of his chest ripple under her hand as she felt him shift even more. Picking her head up she blinked tired eyes up at his freckled face.

"Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you," Izuku said softly with a little smile and dusting of pink over his cheeks.

"No I was already awake," that answer seemed to have his smile drop. His eyes roamed her face and took in the sight of the bags under her eyes.

"Did you get any sleep after the nightmare?" He asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. Her only reply was a shake of her head. Izuku felt bad, he didn't like that he could not do more for her.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, deciding to change the subject seeing how she had stopped answering him.

"Yeah," she said softly. She was not really hungry, but she could tell he was trying to make her feel better. And she could not find the energy to say no to him. It also gave her a nice excuse to buy a little physical distance between them if they got up to eat.

"Okay. I can make something for us to eat," he said as he looked down at her and she simply nodded her head at him before she slowly crawled off of his lap.

His body felt instantly cold the second she pulled away from him. His hands had itched to reach out and grab at her. He wanted to pull her back into his lap and hold onto her for just a little longer. But he had felt how tense she had been while in his lap. And he could not force her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Crawling to his own feet Izuku stretched and felt his stiff body protest. Sleeping sitting up against a headboard had not been a wise way to sleep. And yet he would do it again in a heartbeat.

"Have any requests for breakfast?" He asked and watched her as she simply shook her head at him. Well that wasn't much help with trying to decide what to make.

One glance down at himself though had his face heating up. He had completely forgotten that during the rush of the mid-night scare Izuku had barely had time to toss on a shirt but nothing more. And now he was standing in the middle of her bedroom in only a shirt and some All Might boxers. Embarrassment had his entire face heating up.

"I…I'll just go put on some pants first," he said, watching as the woman was already heading out of her bedroom. Herself in a similar state of dress as he was. She paused to look back at him. Her eyes glanced down at his boxers before quickly looking back up at him.

"Why bother? It's not like it's nothing I haven't seen before. I already know you have a collection of All Might underwear," she couldn't help the soft curl of her lips into a playful smirk. To be honest it was a rather nice sight. Izuku's boxers hugged his thick thighs. It was not his boxers she cared about. It was his legs themselves she was enjoying the view of. Who knew a man's legs could be sexy. She almost missed how even his ears were starting to burn red.

The only reply Izuku could give her was a loud squeak as it felt like his entire face may try and explode. Was she making fun of his boxers? No he didn't think that was exactly it. Then what was it she was looking at? Nope had to be his boxers. Why did he suddenly feel the need to try and cover himself with his hands? He felt like a highschool virgin all over again.

"Come on I'm hungry," she said simply before just walking out of her bedroom and heading for the kitchen. Though she let herself flop into a chair at the table in the kitchen. The chair she picked allowed her to see into the kitchen as she sat and waited for Izuku to join her and start on breakfast.

Izuku was a little hesitant, he very much so wanted to run to his bedroom and put on some pants. She may be more brave in the aspect of not caring who saw her body. But Izuku still found it embarrassing to be walking around in his boxers. Even if he still had a shirt on, it still felt like he was walking around naked. How she could do it, he may never know.

He had taken far too long to make up his mind. In the time it took him to just stand there like an idiot trying to make up his mind he could have run to his room already and put pants on but he didn't. He was cursing himself as he heard Aoi call out from the kitchen.

"Midoriya?" She had called out after she had realized the man had not followed after her right away. Honestly she had thought he would have ran to his room first to get dressed. But she had not heard him walk to his room. Then again she had learned lately that the large man moved almost silently. Must be a hero thing, because she had never met such a large man who was so silent on his feet.

Even now she almost didn't hear him when he started towards the kitchen. She could barely hear him shuffling his feet as he slowly stepped into the kitchen. He was still in just his top and boxers. Pink was dusting his cheeks and he seemed to struggle to look over at her. She didn't mind, it was kind of cute. Resting her chin in one palm. She watched him with tired, half open eyes as he walked around. The sight was more sexual than it was meant to be. But she couldn't help herself. Something about watching this big man dance around the kitchen was a real sight to behold. She had assumed when they met that he couldn't cook. He always seemed to eat out. End's up it was more of a personal choice or just more convenient after a long day of saving people. Which she could understand. If she had the money she would order food after a long day of work too.

So it had come as a surprise the first full day they had spent in the apartment with him and she was pouting in her room like a child. He had cooked their meals. Her jaw had nearly hit the floor when she had come out of her room and had started to eat a great meal. Only to ask where he had ordered from and he told her he had not ordered it but made it. Which in turn had her stunned. Once she had eventually recovered she had asked him why he never cooked before. To which he blushed and told her he often didn't have the time or energy. His busy work schedule of always saving people made finding the time to buy groceries, meal prep and cook a bit hard. So he just fell into the bad habit of ordering food or skipping meals even.

Even now she was still completely astonished to watch the large man move around a kitchen as if he belonged there. It was still a little hard to believe a man who could destroy an entire block with a flick of his fingers, could break eggs into a bowl with incredible gentleness. Almost made her wonder what else those large scarred hands could do gently? But as soon as that thought crossed her mind she shook it away. Now was not the time to be thinking dirty thoughts of her roommate.

"You never did tell me Midoriya. When did you learn to cook?" She asked as she continued to watch the man with tired eyes. Watching him glance over his shoulder at her and then blush almost made her laugh.

"Well I liked to bake with my mother when I was younger. We also did a bit of cooking together as well. Once I learned we were going to live in dorms at UA I asked my mother to teach me more. We tried to take turns with who cooked on evenings or days the cafeteria was not open. I also learned a few recipes from Shoto's sister Fuyumi. She is an amazing cook and in our third year me and Shoto used to cook with her sometimes. Though Shoto never could cook well no matter how hard his sister tried to teach him," Izuku was rambling a little. But she did not mind. It was kind of nice to learn more about him and his friends. Though her feelings towards hero's were still sour. It was funny to think number three hero Todoroki Shoto could not cook. It humanized him more in her mind. Made it a little easier to see the hero as a man too.

"Hmm wonder if all the Todoroki fan girls know their idol can't cook," Aoi could not help but joke as she watched the large man in the kitchen laugh at her joke.

"I don't know. I don't think he exactly advertises that fact about himself," Izuku said with a light chuckle.

"Probably not. After all, I didn't even know you could cook before a few days ago," she said with a soft smile pulling at her lips as she watched him pour some scrambled egg mix into a makiyakinabe as he started to make some tamagoyaki. Simple, but it was already starting to smell good as she watched the large man standing over the stove.

Yet still she struggled to keep her eyes open as her eyes drifted shut on her as she leaned her head into her hand. She couldn't completely fall asleep. But she was too tired to find the energy to force her eyes open. So she stayed in that offstage of sleep where she felt like she was floating between being awake and being asleep. That is till something touched her arm.

The sudden feeling had her violently jump. She had thrown herself back hard enough that hitting the back of the chair had hurt, and she could hear the chair grate against the floor. If there had been no back she would have fallen off of the chair and just hit the floor.

"Sorry. But food is done," it was Izuku's soft apologetic voice that helped keep her from panic when she felt trapped before realizing she was okay.

"No, I am the one who's sorry. Seems I'm still jumpy," she said softly with a deep frown. Damn it she hated being so jumpy. She has not felt so nervous and scared since she used to live on the streets. That was a time when she could never trust anyone, and every corner held a new danger. But this was different. Yet why could she not just control her body's reactions better? She was pissed off with herself for the way she was acting. But she could not help the itch of her instincts that told her she wasn't safe. It was hard to ignore the feeling. She had long ago learned to trust her instincts as they helped keep her alive. But right now they were simply being annoying.

"Thanks for the food," she said with a clap of her hands together before she reached for a bowl of miso soup that sat before her.

She ate silently, she couldn't even bring herself to look up from her food as she slowly ate. Finishing her food a bit later than Izuku. But she never even noticed that he had finished his food and continued to sit at the table with her. Watching as she slowly worked at eating her food till she felt full enough that she was not currently hungry any more. She did not eat as much as she normally would eat. But she did not care.

"Thanks the food was good," she said even though she could barely remember what the food had tasted like. She gathered up her plate and his as she headed to the sink to start washing their dishes.

"You don't have to worry about the dishes. I can wash them," Izuku said as he jumped to his feet and followed after her.

"It's okay. I don't mind. And anyways you cooked. It's only fair I clean," she said simply as she started to fill the sink with hot water and soap. She hoped being on her feet and moving may help wake her up. Though it did not do as good of a job as she had liked. Her body just started to move on an autopilot like mode. She barely even paid any attention to what dish she was running the sponge over.

She did not even notice that Midoriya had moved to stand beside her and he was drying the dishes as she washed them. Or maybe he was double checking that she actually was washing them well while in her rather checked out mental state. She would never know.

It was not till she went to put one of the last dishes into the drying rack that Izuku's fingers grazed hers that she jumped and looked over at the large man who blushed softly at her as he took the dish from his hand.

"Sorry. Figured I'd dry while you wash," he said, giving her a small smile.

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't even notice you were standing there," she said it was her turn to blush and glance away.

"It's okay. You're tired and had a rough night. Are you still thinking about the nightmare?" He asked as he dried the dish in his hand.

"Yeah," she said softly as she pulled the plug in the sink and watched as the dirty water started to circle down the drain.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He had asked in almost a whisper.

"Not really. It was just a reminder of that time," she said, simply unable to look at him. Was she most likely suffering some form of PTSD? Most likely. But she really did not want to think about it. She had no desire to deal with her trauma, she did not want to talk about what she endured. She wanted nothing more than to push it all away into the back of her mind and pretend that that week had never happened. But she also knew rationally that was not possible.

"You should really talk to someone about it," Izuku said, trying not to sound like he was arguing with her.

"I know. And I will. Eventually. But not now," she said slowly. She knew he was right. Did she need a psychologist? Probably. And honestly the hero probably knew the best. She imagines hero's saw a lot and had access to some of the best mental help. But she could never afford such things. This would be just like every other issue or problem she ever faced. She would deal with it on her own.

"Okay," the single word reply she got still tugged at her heart with how torn and sad the man sounded. Seemed he knew she was lying.

"You know you don't have to go through this alone," he said softly.

"And you do not have to try and save everyone," she said, unable to help the sour comment before she sighed softly, "Sorry. I know you're just trying to help. And I am not making it easy."

"Well you haven't punched me in the face or anything so it's not that bad," was he trying to make a joke? It was a rather poor attempt. And yet it still did some of its job as it drew her attention to look over at him as if he had grown another head. It had ever so slightly lifted the heaviness from the air between them.

"You still shouldn't have to put up with me," she said before she softly shook her head.

"Really is throwing punches how men talk or something?" She could not help but ask.

"For some of us it is," he said lightly with an innocent smile and rub at the back of his neck.

"I know for Kacchan it is. He only really opens up when he's punching something, maybe that would help you?" He offered, which just had her nose scrunch up. Sounded more like two cavemen just trying to beat each other over the head in an attempt to communicate. How would that help her?

"Eh, women are a bit different, Deku. We don't tend to use physical violence as forms of communication. And it sounds like Dynamite is the one who needs counseling," she said with a slight scrunch of her nose.

"Kacchan has gotten better. He's not as bad as he used to be. And he actually has gotten help with his issues on communicating. He's still not great but he's better," Izuku said, thinking over if it would be worth nearly losing his head if he asked Kacchan who he saw for counseling. If they could help Kacchan, surely they could help anyone.

"Oh boy. If someone was able to help that asshole then they deserve an award," Aoi said with a light snort. She could not imagine the patients that person must have if they are able to deal with the blonde asshole.

Maybe if she was not so tired the thought of going to the gym would be a good idea. She could run some of her nerves off on a treadmill, or at least try. Maybe she should do that later. Try and exhaust herself, and maybe that will keep the nightmares away. Maybe if her body is too tired, it won't have the energy to dream. She will have to ask Izuku to show her the private gym in the building.

"Want to watch a movie?" She asked, wanting now to change the subject. And it seemed to do the job. Izuku smiled and seemed happy she had invited him to do something with her. Even if it was something simple like watching a movie.

"Sure. Go put something on. I'm gonna go get dressed," Izuku said blushing as he remembered he was still in just a shirt and boxers.

"If you wanna wear clothes go ahead. I'll go find something to watch," Aoi said with a soft wave of her hand as she started towards the little living room and started to hunt for the tv remote as she waited for Izuku to rejoin her so she could start the first of several movies of the day.