Just a note to the readers: This is not a love triangle, sorry if I gave you that impression.

Paperwork.


It was a cool day out when you made your way to the teacher's lounge. You somehow got behind on grading papers, which was probably to be expected. Grading was a task you were really slow at doing. Giving the room a once over, you noticed Aizawa was there too.

"Surprising, you're usually on top of your work." He was leaning over some paperwork, head in hand. If it was possible, you would have said he looked even more lethargic than usual.

"Just not feeling well. I should have been done by now." You look at your small stack of papers compared to his large pile.

"Need help?" He seemed like he wanted to refuse, but rubbing his temple in exhaustion he thought better of it.

"If you don't mind."

"Let me finish these up and I'll start on yours." It was close to the end of the day, the sun lazily making its way to setting. Thirty minutes went by in comfortable silence, and you finished up your grading. Glancing at his, he had barely made a dent. Something was definitely wrong. "Aizawa, are you alright?" He looked up from his absent minded scribbling, but didn't seem to be all the way there.

You sighed, pressing his hair out of his face to check his temperature. A few of the students had been getting sick around campus, and you suspected he had it too. Yup, warm.

"Hold on, I have some medicine for you." You constantly carried a small stash of aspirin now, and it came in handy.

"It will sort itself out sooner or later." You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness.

"Think of it as thanks for when I was out of it." Slapping the pill in his hand, you got a tiny cup of water from the cooler that sat in a corner of the room. "Go lay down." You point him to the couch. It was there for 'emergency teacher needs'. Usually a nap for when the staff had to pull all-nighters. He didn't like that you were doing all the work, especially since it was his responsibility. You waved him off, reassuring him you would only do half. He resigned himself to your order, but instead of laying, he sat and watched you work so he wouldn't feel as bad.

"Don't be lenient on the papers." Some time had passed when you felt the need to stretch out your arms and take a break. Your bones creaked in a good way when you finally got up. You looked at the time: 5:30 pm. It had gotten late, but luckily you had no plans that day. You went to check on Aizawa, who had nodded off, still in his sitting up position. You chuckled to yourself and took a seat next to him, the couch much more comfortable than the office chair. Your own nap would be a good idea.

Closing your eyes you decided a just few minutes and you could wake him up and go home. You felt the couch cushion shift, and the weight of the sleeping teacher landed in your lap. Your eyes flew open.

"Aizawa?" You didn't dare move, whispering his name as quietly as you could. He was still unconscious, only shifting toward you to get warmer. Your face flushed pink in embarrassment, debating on if you should wake him or not.

"He must be pretty sick if he didn't wake up." With your heart calming down from the shock, you decided you would let him sleep.

You didn't know where to rest your hands, slowly placing them on his back since it was the only area available. He looked really peaceful, the slow deep breaths he took made your hand rise and fall. It felt comfortable to watch him. Something that you had always wondered about came to mind. When Aizawa used his quirk his hair always looked fluffy when it floated up. You couldn't help yourself as your fingers curled in his dark tresses, every bit as soft as you imagined. You felt warm sitting like that, and lazily continued playing with his hair until you fell asleep.

xXx

"Take a picture!" The sound of giggles woke you up. You found yourself still on the couch in the office, but the sky was completely dark. You could see Kayama and Mic with smug expressions as they glanced back and forth between themselves and you. Looking down you saw Aizawa was stirring from his sleep.

"They saw." The only thing stopping you from running was the weight of the head still on your lap. "What are you doing here?"

"It's seven, we came looking for you." You fumbled for your phone, seeing a few missed messages from Kaya. The last one you had sent her said you'd be late working. She mused. "I guess we shouldn't have bothered." You hastily tried to explain.

"We fell asleep grading!" You turned to Aizawa, who was now half awake. "Tell them..."

Mic snorted, seeing Aizawa's hair littered with small twists and braids. You forgot you had done it, trying anything you thought you could get away with without disturbing him. Only the areas he slept on were untouched. He was still disoriented, trying to make sense of what was going on.

Sudden realization of the obviously compromising position you two were found in hit him. Whether it was agitation or embarrassment, he went to sweep his hair from his face, surprised when he was met with resistance. You could see the tinge of red around his eyes as he glared in your direction.

"What did you do?" Thankful for the distraction, everyone's mirth glossed over the fact you had fallen asleep together. But now he was irritated, trying to take each braid out one by one. You didn't dare offer to help. Mic spotted the ungraded half of papers still on the desk.

"You didn't even do your job right." Aizawa buried his face in his hand, groaning loudly.

"Right."

xXx

The four of you split the work, each taking a quarter share. You picked up a stack, whispering softly to Aizawa who was furiously grading.

"You still feel sick?" He refused to look away from his papers.

"I'm fine now." You went to sit next to Kaya, catching a quick thank you from him.

You heard your phone blip the third paper in. Opening a text, you saw the sleeping figures of you and Aizawa. You quickly locked your phone, giving the woman next to you a glare. She snickered behind the desk, but you made a mental note to save the picture when you got home.

Paperwork end.