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Aizawa woke up to a cold and empty bed. His eyes snapping open as he shot up out of bed.
"Y/n?" He raspy sleep heavy voice called out to the dark void, his eyes adjusting to the light as he rubbed his eyes.
There was only silence in response to his call, and Aizawa frowned as he pushed out of bed, his eyebrows furrowing as his feet slipped his slippers on and he continued to find you.
The bathroom was empty, as was the kitchen.
His frown didn't lessen as unease built within him. Where were you?
Running a hand through his hair, he paused when he heard a small sniffle coming from the couch.
"Y/n?" Aizawa asked as he strode over to the couch where you were wrapped into a blanket as tissues littered the seats and your face.
Why were you crying?
"Oh, h-hi sweetie," you smile up at your husband, trying to avoid the fact that it was three in the morning and you were crying like a baby in the living room. "You come for some late night tea?"
"What happened?" Aizawa asked as he sat down by your head, he pulled you so that your head lay on his lap like a pillow.
"I dunno," you mutter as your hand presses the tissue to your nose. "I was just... overwhelmed and I got sad, and I d-didn't want to wake you up so I came to cry here..."
"Does it look like I know what sleep is?" Aizawa tried to jest as he motioned towards his scrappy appearance. "I don't care about sleeping if you're upset love."
"I know," you huff as you press closer to his body. "But you need rest, Shouta, and I haven't been crying that long."
"I don't care that you're crying," Aizawa said knowing you knew what he meant by that, "but I don't like you crying alone. I'm your husband, it's only logical that I be there to wipe away your tears."
Aizawa listens as you choke in a sob and laughter fusion as you shake your head, "Always a teacher."
"Always a pest."
"You're the one who wanted to marry me!"
"You obviously used your quirk to make me fall madly in love."
Aizawa's heart swelled as you laughed freely, your smile the brightest and prettiest thing he would ever have the pleasure of seeing.
"You are a great catch, you'll have to forgive me on that."
"Only if you come back to bed with me and we can cry there."
"...deal."
Without so much as a grunt, Aizawa lifted you in his arms and returned back to bed. There the two of you lay in each others hold until your cries became steady breathes of slumber.
"Goodnight, my love."
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