Aizawa had had a long day. The students at school had been annoying as always, two particular troublemakers getting into fights, having to round up the kids and to top it all off, he had a big stack of paperwork to look forward to. He stepped through the door of his apartment, tugging off his scarf. “You home?” He asked, scrubbing his hand over his face as he kicked off his boots and closed the door.

He walked into the living room, his eyes softening as he saw you resting on the sofa. He sat down next to you, reaching out to gently pat your shoulder. “Hey. You won’t believe the day I’ve had,” he said softly.