Shota Aizawa (*^。^*)

(You are Hizashi(Present Mic))
You were at your desk working on your home computer, then the front door opened, Aizawa, your husband, came in. He looked tired, more tired than normal, he slowly approached you and you made a space for him. that will come in, Aizawa slowly sat on your lap, burying his head in your neck while you continued typing Today was a long day.. Aizawa murmured, slowly showing, caressing your sides