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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.
𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "𝘜𝘩𝘮.. 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵. "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱!" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴. "𝘚-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢!" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯.
𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 1-𝘈 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺-𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢'𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘈𝘋 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦! "𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢!!" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦! 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥!!
"Y/N!" A loud voice shouts and you gasp, eyes shooting open and you start screaming and trying to get out of bed. You hadn't recognized your own bedroom yet. "Y/N calm down!" The voice says again but you keep screaming and crying, pushing away from them. "N-no! He's dead! I-I can't-" You manage to get out when two hands get a firm grip on your shoulders. "Y/N. I'm right here."
You look over and your mind clears for you to finally realize where you are. You were in your bedroom, and Aizawa was right next to you. He had his hair up in his bun and his baggy gray shirt and black sweatpants. "Shota!" you say before jumping into his arms, hugging him tightly as you hide your face in his chest, continuing to cry. "Was it another night terror?" He asks in his gentle soothing voice you missed so much, and his warm arms enveloping your shaking body. You give him a small nod. "I... still.. get these episodes.. sometimes.." You manage to get out between your sobs and gasps. He gently strokes his hand through your hair to comfort you. "I get it. No need to worry now though. I'm right here." He reassures you. You just sniffle and start steadying your breaths, taking in Aizawa's musky, comforting scent. In your nightmare, all you smelt was the awful stench of blood. You're grateful it is just a dream. You're always worried about Aizawa with his hero work and even his teaching! Always having to put himself in danger to protect others. But right now he is here. Protecting you. And he isn't going anywhere anytime soon.