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Two Heroes - Extra Chapter 6: Exhaustion and One Bed

Mailin’s POV:

I feel like I’m floating as we walk back to the hotel. The weight of everything that just happened presses down on me like a heavy fog, but it’s not just the battle—it’s the way the adrenaline is slowly draining from my body, leaving behind an empty, exhausted shell. I can still hear the echoes of the fight in my mind—flashes of metal, of All Might and Izuku pushing beyond their limits. The world feels quieter now, almost fragile, like it could break if I let go.

Aizawa walks beside me, his steps slow but steady, as if the night hasn’t affected him. But I know better. Even though he doesn’t show it, I can feel the tension radiating off him—the way his shoulders seem just a little more rigid than usual, his posture betraying the weariness I know he feels.

When we finally step into the hotel lobby, the familiar warmth hits me, and all I can think about is lying down. We’re both too tired to say much, and I’m grateful for the silence. It’s a comfortable one. The kind that settles between two people who don’t need to fill the space with words.

We ride the elevator up to our room, and as the doors slide open, I realize what’s waiting for us on the other side—the bed. One bed. I almost forgot about that part, but now, with everything that’s happened, it feels different. The tension that was so heavy before is still there, but now it’s mixed with an overwhelming need to rest, the exhaustion pulling us down like gravity.

“I’ll take the couch,” Aizawa says, his voice quiet but firm, like he’s already made up his mind.

But I shake my head before I can stop myself. “No,” I say, a little too quickly. “You shouldn’t have to sleep on that thing. We... we can share the bed.”

I can feel the heat creeping into my face, but I try to ignore it. It’s not like we haven’t already discussed this. But now, after everything we’ve been through, it feels... more than before. More intimate, more charged.

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if trying to gauge whether I’m serious. Finally, he nods, a quiet sigh escaping him.

“Alright. But like I said before, I’ll keep my distance.”

I nod, though the idea of distance between us feels almost impossible right now. After everything, after seeing him fight, after the way he protected us... protected me, I don’t want distance. But I can’t say that. Not out loud.

I step into the bathroom to change. My heart is pounding, and I feel like I’m going to combust. Share a bed with Aizawa? What was I thinking?

The bathroom feels too small, too quiet as I slip into my nightwear. The familiar fabric of the purple sleeveless top and rosé-colored skirt feels different tonight—like it’s made of fire. I glance at myself in the mirror, my heart racing as I think about Aizawa just on the other side of the door.

This isn’t just another night. I can feel it. There’s something between us now, something I can’t shake. The fight, the adrenaline, the way we’ve been tiptoeing around each other for so long—it’s all crashing down on me.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to calm the nerves fluttering in my chest, but it’s no use. I know as soon as I step out of this bathroom, things will be different.

When I finally open the door, the room feels charged, like the air is humming with something unsaid. Aizawa is lying on the bed, his back to me, but I can see the tension in his shoulders. He’s not as relaxed as he seems.

I climb into bed, the space between us feeling too small and too vast all at once. Every tiny movement feels amplified, every breath too loud in the silence of the room. The blankets feel heavy, the tension between us even heavier.