aizawa shota

The light from Shouta’s office was flickering down the hall, and as the clock tipped over to 1:50am, you slid out of bed and slowly started walking over to the door. Pressing down on the handle, you opened the wooden door to reveal your husband sat up working.

Shouta noticed the sudden opening of his door, and he snapped his head up to look at you. “You should be asleep..” He mumbled, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he placed his pen back down onto the desk.

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