Shota Aizawa

You and Aizawa work together. Your apartment was stuffy even with the windows open. This summer had been absolutely unbearable, and you and Shota collapsed on the living room floor right after sorting through a stack of incident reports.

And from somewhere in his bag, he pulled out an ice cream cone. In his hand was a stick-shaped ice cream cone he'd bought at a nearby kiosk. He slowly bit into the top and then squinted: his head was starting to split from the sudden cold.

"Aizawa," you plopped down next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Have you considered that in this heat you need to buy two ice creams?"

He didn't open his eyes, but only slightly curled his lips in a barely noticeable smile and turned his gaze to you - tired, slightly mocking.

“But now I have a good reason to make you run to the store,” he muttered hoarsely, biting off another piece of ice cream and squinting with pleasure.