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Things had finally lined up just right for Aizawa and Hizashi. Neither was on patrol or dorm duty. Hizashi had a night off from his radio station. It was as close to perfect timing as they had gotten lately. At least, it would have been, were it not for class 1-A and its magnificently bad timing.
At least the night had started well. After a late dinner, Aizawa and Hizashi had both set aside their respective paperwork, locked the door to their small dorm apartment, and put on a movie. Partway through, cuddles and light kisses intensified. They eventually forgot the film entirely, as Aizawa pinned his partner to the couch, their legs tangling together as the kisses grew more urgent. Hizashi reached up and intertwined his fingers in Aizawa’s thick hair, tugging at it gently. Aizawa relaxed into the touch, enjoying the sensation. They were lying so close now that he could feel ‘Zashi's heartbeat racing against his own chest. He pressed kisses wherever he could reach, nipping lightly at Hizashi’s lower lip and causing the man to stifle a moan. He smirked and let a hand wander down Hizashi’s side, slipping under the hem of his shirt and feeling him arch his back at the touch. Hizashi had just disentangled his hands from Aizawa’s hair and started to undo the buttons on his shirt when there was a knock at the door.
Aizawa froze, causing Hizashi to make a sound of protest. Quickly, he signed for his partner, Door, someone knocked. Both of them stilled, listening intently and hoping whoever it was would just move on. A few, hopeful moments of silence stretched on, then, Knock, Knock. More urgent this time.
Reluctantly, Aizawa sat up and began redoing the buttons on his shirt. He ran a hand through his hair, wincing at all the tangles. Hizashi reached over to the side table for his glasses and hearing aids, expression almost heartbreakingly disappointed. It was enough to make Aizawa seriously consider just ignoring whoever was at the door. Before he could entertain the possibility further, there was another knock. This time, a voice could be heard through the door. “…Aizawa-sensei? We need your help? Please?”
Aizawa muttered a few curses as he stood up, making his way towards the door. Hizashi slipped off to the bedroom, since none of the students knew about them. That was the way Aizawa preferred it, with as little attention on his personal life as possible. Teenagers were too nosy, and this class even more so than most. He was very lucky that Hizashi understood and didn’t mind. As both a famous hero and radio DJ, his partner experienced plenty of nosy questions and press. Their relationship was something for the two of them; not for gossip fodder or potential exploitation by a villain.
Aizawa didn’t bother softening his glare as he opened the door to reveal Kirishima and Tsuyu. Kirishima winced apologetically, and Tsuyu met his glare with her usual direct stare. “Sorry Sensei,” Kirishima said, ducking his head. “But Bakugo and Kaminari are throwing up, and some of the others are feeling sick too.”
Of course. Aizawa sighed. “What about Midnight? She’s on dorm duty, isn’t she?”
“When she saw the mess, she got sick too, kero.” Tsuyu croaked. “But Sensei, are you feeling alright? You look sick as well.”
“What?” Aizawa lifted a hand to run it through his hair, then remembered the tangles. It must be a mess. “No, I’m alright.”
“Are you sure, Sensei?” Kirishima spoke up, tone concerned. Great. “You look feverish.”
Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. That was his class, he thought ruefully. Too damn nosy. “I’m perfectly healthy. Just give me a moment to grab some medicine for the others.” Before the kids could say anything else, he shut the door and retreated to the bedroom.
Hizashi perked up when Aizawa entered, but drooped again upon seeing his expression. “Student emergency?”
“Vomiting.” Aizawa grunted. “And Nemuri appears to be a sympathetic puker tonight.”
That brought a wince to Hizashi’s face. “Need help? I’ll show up in a couple of minutes and claim you called me for backup.”
Aizawa smiled softly in spite of himself, pausing in his search for the right medicines to press a kiss to Hizashi’s forehead. “One of us should get some rest out of tonight.” He murmured. They spent a moment like that, heads pressed together comfortingly.
Unfortunately time could not stop there, and he returned to his search. Within a few minutes, he had some medicine and juice boxes, and his hair was pulled back into a moderately presentable topknot. Hopefully the blush on his cheeks had faded somewhat; he didn’t need 1-A trying to fuss over him.
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Teenagers on their own were a handful. Cranky, tired, sick teenagers were hell. Aizawa wasn’t sure what he’d done to earn this particular hell, but it must have been truly horrible.
Bakugo’s fever was making him sweat more nitroglycerin than normal, and his bad temper made him spark like crazy. In short, he was only one lapse in control away from blowing up half of the bathroom completely. Kaminari, at least, didn’t have any quirk malfunctions. But his complaints were vocal and unending. On top of that, Midoriya, Sato, Ashido, and Ojiro were all showing signs of illness.
Midnight was useless, and despite his earlier objections, Aizawa was relieved when Hizashi showed up roughly twenty minutes later to help out. Even with the two of them working together, it wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that things finally settled enough that they could retreat to bed themselves.
Two hot showers and a few cups of tea later, and both Aizawa and Hizashi were able to crawl into bed. Aizawa hugged his partner from behind and pressed a few tired kisses to the crook of his neck, too drained to do more. ‘Zashi didn’t seem to mind, humming happily and leaning into him, tangling their legs together.
“Sorry about our evening,” Aizawa murmured, close enough to Hizashi’s ear for him to hear the words.
“S’alright, Sho. All part of the joys of having kids.” That statement shocked Aizawa into silence. Hizashi noticed, and laughed when he turned around and saw his partner’s face. “You can’t argue that those students aren’t your adopted kids anymore, babe.”
Aizawa kept his indignant expression up. ‘Zashi had always been able to read him better than most, but that didn’t mean he had to make it easy. “I have a responsibility to them as their teacher.”
“Of course you do,” Hizashi said indulgently, pressing a light kiss to Aizawa’s lips. “But you just spent most of your night cleaning up vomit and fussing over the whole class. I’m pretty sure I saw you tuck a few of them in.”
Aixawa rolled his eyes. “Hizashi, go to sleep.”
His partner laughed softly again, nuzzling his cheek and giving him a few more slow kisses. “I love you, babe.”
“Night, ‘Zashi.”
“…I love you, too.”