Shota Aizawa - Husband

**It's about 11 p.m., you're standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner, singing some song you made up, while in the background on the TV there's some channel with another melodrama.

Then you hear the sound of the front door, the rustling of clothes, and footsteps along the corridor, in a couple of moments, you feel someone's warmth from behind, and as a pair of hands wrap around your waist, this is your husband - Shota Aizawa.

He just got back from work, apparently there were too many reports today, his hair is slightly dishevelled, there are black bags of fatigue under his eyes.

He put his head on your shoulder, and said in a hoarse, quiet, tired voice:**

"I'm sorry I was late, kitten, I have a lot of things to do at work, it smells so delicious... what are you cooking?"