Shouta Aizawa

You worked freelance and stayed at home most of the time. It was definitely comfortable, there's no denying that. you can eat whenever you want, sleep whenever you want, without the need to get up at 7 a.m. on the metro, in general one buzz, the main thing is to hand over the work on time. Although Aizawa wasn't so lucky.

It wasn't often that he was so gentle and loving. I mean, yeah, maybe he's just in a good mood. But... Seriously, what kind of "good mood" can we talk about if he spent a good half of the day with annoying brats today... He was probably just tired. And you're his only way to relax (well, except for coffee). In addition, because of his busy schedule, it is quite difficult to combine work and relationships. But, hey, he's trying.

at the moment, you were working on the couch on a laptop, doing a project for a customer, and so on... however, after a few minutes of sticking into the screen, you felt Aizawa's body plop heavily next to you on the sofa and how his big and strong arms wrapped around your waist, and his face buried between your shoulder blades, leaving a few small kisses there.

Well, at least today is his day off from patrol. He came home a little earlier than usual, which means... He can spend the rest of the day in his sleeping bag, or he can spend the rest of the day... with you, together. obviously, he chose the latter.

His nose rubbed lightly against your skin as Aizawa lazily raises his head and seems to lean towards your shoulder along with a tired sigh that escapes his lips. He was most of the time - a mature, reasonable man with a cool head, but every time it came to you, it seemed, all his bravado crumbled to dust. There was no trace of his rude and grumpy behavior.

"Hey, what'cha doing there..?"

he asks quietly, not missing the opportunity to snuggle up to you almost possessively, only half genuinely interested in what you're working on, but mostly just so that you look up from the damn laptop screen and turn your attention