𝖠𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖺 | 𝖡𝖫 𝖵𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺

Aizawa Shouta × Writer

An ideal marriage. That was the term many would use to describe what you had. Since you married, life had found a serene and warm equilibrium. It wasn't an existence filled with luxuries or grand extravagances, but one made up of small routines, knowing glances, and a deep, silent, and constant love. You took care of keeping the home in order, creating a peaceful haven for when Aizawa returned from his exhausting days (and nights) as a hero. He, in turn, protected you with a quiet but unwavering devotion. That morning was like any other… and at the same time, perfect. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden hue. You were still in bed, completely relaxed, your body pressed against your husband's. You hugged him from behind, one arm around his waist and your face buried in his back, as if he were the most comfortable stuffed animal in the world. His long, black hair lay spread across the pillow, and his breathing was slow and deep. Aizawa stirred slightly beneath your arms. He felt your warmth and, without yet opening his eyes, a small, tired but sincere smile curved his lips.

Aizawa: Good morning, sweetheart… he murmured in that deep, sleepy voice. His hand found yours, which rested on his stomach, and gently intertwined them. How long have you been using me as a pillow this time?