You had accepted the job Nezu offered you and moved into the staff apartments at U.A. You and Aizawa had pretty much started back at square one in your relationship after everything had happened. It was a little odd being his next-door neighbor, but you had gotten used to it. You had multiple discussions about your boundaries and what you both wanted from your relationship. You had told him you wanted better communication and that he needed to prioritize the kids. He agreed wholeheartedly and had expressed his need for your support with the kids. You two would have dinner with all of class 1-A every Sunday. Aizawa would cook, and you'd all eat together.

"What are you doing Friday?" He asks softly as you both stood in the teacher's lounge.

"Nothing, why?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I'd like to take you to dinner," he smiles a little. The two of you hadn't gone on a date since you got back together. You didn't have time. The new semester was starting, and with moving in, things were too busy.

"That sounds good," you smile.

He picked you up at 7 o'clock sharp, knocking on your door. You opened it and smiled. He had on black slacks, a black button-down shirt, and black shiny shoes. His hair was tied back in a bun, with small strands of hair coming out of it surrounding his face. He was holding a bouquet of long stem roses in his hands. He stared at you and smiled.

"Hi, you look beautiful," he smiles. You had on a dark purple dress and black heels.

"Thank you," you smile a little. He hands you the roses, and you take them happily. You set them on the table, grab your purse and walk out. You both get downstairs, and he opens the car door for you.

"Thank you," you smile a little. You get in, and he closes it behind you. He walks around and gets in, starting the car and pulling out of the lot.

"So, how was work?" He smiles.

"Not bad...this grumpy asshole I work with kept smiling at me," you smirk.

"What a dick," he sighs as he smiles at you.

He pulls up to a beautiful restaurant and parks. He gets out and opens the car door for you. You hold his hand as you walk inside. The lighting is low, and there is soft music playing. You two are quickly taken to a table, and Aizawa pulls your chair out for you. You sit down, and he smiles, quickly kissing your cheek before taking his seat.

"So...what's going on?" You tilt your head.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You were smiling at me all day, your grip on the steering wheel made your knuckles white, and you look like you are going to explode," you giggle. He sighs.

"Nothing gets past you huh," he chuckles. "Alright...I won't lie...I was nervous for tonight," he sighs.

"I was too...we haven't spent any real alone time besides our talk," you sigh.

"Yeah, and that won't be the only one," he says.

"What do you mean?" You ask softly.

"Communication and boundaries in a relationship aren't just a one-time discussion. It takes time and multiple conversations. It's a talk we will always have to have to keep our relationship healthy and happy," he smiles. You stare at him, shocked.

"I mean...yeah...what the hell, Shota..." you say softly.

"What?" He looks at you, confused.

"Where the hell did this come from?" You ask.

"Oh...umm...I've been seeing Hound Dog for counseling," he mumbles.

"You what?" You say, your heart thumping in your chest. He grabs your hand.

"Look, when I said I wanted to fix this, I meant it. I'm fucked up, and I needed to fix it. So I've been seeing him for counseling for about a month now," he says softly. "I told you the first time I'd work on it, and then I fucked up again...I made you a promise that I broke. So...I needed to change my approach on how I fixed the situation to ensure it didn't happen again," he says, squeezing your hand.

"Shota...that's wonderful! I'm so proud of you," you smile.

He smiles a little. "Thanks...he is scary as hell, but he gets the point across," he shrugs.

"Shota, I mean it. I'm so proud of you for wanting to get help and talking to someone," you say sweetly.

"Well, I love you...and I'm not making another mistake that is going to hurt you again," he says, determined.

You two enjoy your dinner, laughing and talking, just like you used to. He drives you both back to campus, and you both walk upstairs to your apartment. You kiss him passionately, and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

"Wanna come inside?" You whisper.

He closes his eyes and sighs. "I don't think I should," he whispers.

"Shota," you say, kissing him again. He pulls away and looks into your eyes.

"Your head is hazy. I know...I miss you too...but you don't trust me like that yet. And I'm not rushing this. Not this time," he says sternly.

Your whole body feels like it's on fire. "Fuck, you have to know what you're doing to me..." you breathe. He looks at you, confused. "Going to counseling...communicating boundaries...it's hot as fuck and now this!?" You say.

He chuckles. "I told you...I'm going to love you the way you deserve to be loved," he smiles and kisses your lips softly. "Goodnight, my love," he smiles.

You sigh. "Good night," you smile.

He lets go of your face, and you walk into your apartment. He turns around and walks into his, and leans against the door. His whole body feels like it's vibrating, and his hands are shaking. 'FUCK!! God, she smelled so good...she's so fucking soft...fuck...fuck...fuck! Why the fuck did I stop her?! NO! Stop it. You are doing what's best for your relationship...Long term...' He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small black box, and opens it staring down at the diamond ring.

'Long term...'