"Are you sure you can handle dorm duty?"

"Yep."

No, according to Recovery Girl. His bandages had been removed but he still needed plenty of bed rest. Barring unconsciousness, he'd barely slept a wink since the USJ attack and the chaos with Hero Killer: Stain.

If he was going to worry, he might as well put that worry to good use by watching over the dorms. Any intruders would face the wrath of an insomniac ninja.

Hizashi had doubts. "How's your Erasure...?"

The headaches and the eye pain hadn't improved. "I erased my entire class's Quirks the other day." …For approximately three seconds. That was all the time he needed to take out a villain.

"I could help you babysit the kids," Hizashi volunteered. He tapped the speaker on his neck. "One blast out of this will send them straight to bed!"

Aizawa envisioned the war that would ensue: Bakugo setting the building on fire, Kaminari short-circuiting the electrics, Mineta sneaking into Ashido and Yaoyorozus' rooms (The grape rat had kept his promise in the classroom, but the girls' private quarters were another matter.), Sero taping people's doors shut, Iida failing to calm everyone down, Jiro drowning out the madness with her music, Midoriya rocking in a corner…

"Definitely not," Aizawa said. "None of them would get to sleep with you around."

"Them or just you?" Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows.

He scoffed. "I won't be sleeping on the job."

"Awww, you're such a good dad."

Just because he was staying under the same roof as his students didn't mean they felt any closer to him. If anything, they should feel more independent after their internships. Su— Tsuyu had outdone herself helping the Sea Heroes apprehend some stowaways. Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida had defeated the Hero Killer… Granted, after Iida had gone hunting for him in the first place.

There wouldn't be any midnight outings on Aizawa's watch, nor any break-ins. He checked the windows and the doors were locked, scanned the perimeter from the roof and patrolled the corridors.

After dinner, it was lights out at ten. He threatened to expel anyone he caught outside their own rooms, unless there was a real emergency.

Things that did not count as an emergency included raiding the kitchen fridge. He discovered Kirishima stealing leftovers ("I'm a growing boy!"), Sato gathering ingredients for a cake, and even Yaoyorozu grabbing a bottle of mineral water. She claimed the tap water in her room 'tasted funny'. Yeah, right. Aizawa had rolled his eyes, but tested the water afterwards just to be safe.

Late-night usage of the laundry room was strictly prohibited since Iida had almost given him a broken nose.

Jetting around like a supersonic maid, Iida had been trying to organise the class's washing. Aizawa had heard the noise and come to investigate. He didn't see Iida rushing through the dark doorway, so there was no time to erase his Quirk.

It was like smashing headfirst into into a bullet train. He was thrown back into USJ with blood, dirt and busted bones—

"Forgive me, Mr Aizawa!"

Hands on his shoulders, anchoring him in the present. He smelled washing powder... But why was it mixed with the tang of blood?

"Your nose," Iida exclaimed. "It's bleeding!" (Good, he wasn't imagining it.)

Aziawa took a step back. "Keep it down, will you?" He rubbed his nose with his hand and inspected the red smear. Recovery Girl was going to kill him... Well, kill him, resuscitate him and strap him into a hospital bed for a month.

He squinted at Iida, who was rummaging through a laundry basket. Iida handed him a white sock. "Here— it's clean."

Aizawa wiped away the blood. Then he pinched his nose and leaned forward.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Iida offered.

He said nasally, "Tell Yaoyorozu to make me a new nose—" Iida bent into a runner's stance. "—It's a joke."

"Oh..." Iida straightened up, smiling slightly. "Not a logical ruse?"

"Not at this time of night."

Iida turned to the stacks of neatly folded clothes. He sighed. "I know it's past curfew, but I couldn't sleep. Rather than just lying there, I thought—"

"You'd make yourself useful." Better for Iida to channel his energy into doing laundry than chasing villains. "That's enough for tonight." Aizawa tossed the sock into a washing machine. "Leave some laundry for the others."

Iida nodded. "I'd hate to disrupt the chores rota."

"I'll check the rota tomorrow."

The pair were quiet for a moment with the machines whirring between them. Aizawa jabbed a thumb at the doorway. "Off you go."

"But I... broke the rules."

And my nose, probably. Aizawa sniffed. "Fine. You're banned from doing chores for a week."

"What?" Iida sounded scandalized.

"Do you want me to make it a month?"

"No, thank you, Sir." He tore out of the room.

Just like his brother, that one.

Aizawa sat cross-legged above one of the washing machines, still holding his nose. At least he couldn't smell any unwashed clothes.

The following night, he wished Iida and/or Midoriya were up late. Either of them could have dealt with Uraraka, who had fallen asleep doing homework in the kitchen.

Aizawa would have roused her... had she not been floating above the table.

He'd seen this before. Children often used their Quirks in their sleep. It was less common in teenagers, but not unheard of. A couple of years back, one boy had dozed off in Aziawa's class and caused an earthquake. He'd been expelled, obviously— his power had almost brought down the school.

But Ururaka had never endangered lives with her Quirk. Aizawa couldn't really fault her for completing her homework. Judging by her pink notepad, she'd been writing for hours.

He frowned up at her. Her head was resting on her arms, hair hanging over her face. She was about three metres off the ground.

If he called her, he risked startling her awake. She could fall, shriek and he'd have to catch her. The chaos would disturb the rest of the kids, which he would rather avoid.

Instead, he wrapped his capturing weapon around her waist, like he was holding an Uraraka-shaped balloon, and tugged her down.

When she was in his arms, he erased her Quirk. Even without her Quirk, she wasn't heavy at all. She mumbled something (a three letter name Aizawa refused to acknowledge) and shifted her head towards his chest. He glanced helplessly at the door, expecting another student to burst in at that very moment.

Part of him still hoped Midoriya or Iida would show up so he could pass her over to them. But nobody came.

If he was quick, he could return her to bed without witnesses.

Uraraka's room was next to Ashido's…right?

She had left her door ajar— that made things easier. He widened the door with his foot and carried her inside. Thankfully, she kept her room tidy enough that there weren't any trip hazards about. (Unlike some of her neighbors…) Just a low table and a fan on the floor that Aizawa bypassed.

Carefully, he deposited her into bed and covered her with the blanket. He refused to tuck her in. That would be taking it too far—

He froze as she rolled over to face him. Her eyes were closed- thank God. He tiptoed out of her room and closed the door.

Click.

His eyes darted to Ashido's door, but it was closed as it had been earlier.

He shrugged and traipsed down the corridor. He couldn't go around checking in on every kid. Technically, they weren't even kids— they were heroes in training, perfectly capable of going to bed by themselves.

Uraraka had been a one-off...

Or so he had thought.

In less than one day, there were photos of him carrying Uraraka circulating the dorms.