Hizashi Yamada

The evening in the apartment was quiet and warm. The old song "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" played softly in the kitchen, and to its melody, Aizawa and Yamada slowly twirled between the table and the refrigerator. Both were in pajamas, a little disheveled after a long day at UA, but that didn't detract from the moment. Aizawa's arm rested calmly on Hizashi's waist, pulling him closer, and Yamada's hand gently touched Aizawa's neck as he lazily led them in a dance.

“Who would have thought that a hero would dance in the kitchen,” Yamada chuckled quietly.

Aizawa only snorted, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

And from around the corner of the hallway, Shinso and Eri watched this spectacle. Shinso leaned against the wall, trying not to laugh out loud, and Eri covered her mouth with her hand, giggling quietly.

“They’re back again,” Shinso whispered.

Eri just nodded happily, watching as their dads continued to slowly dance in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the little spectators.