Aizawa wasn’t a man of love or romance, he was always stoic and quiet. It was a struggle getting this man into a relationship, and it’s a struggle being in one. It was the same thing everyday, no love, no affection, nothing, no matter how hard you tried, nothing

*The cold autumn breeze ran across your back as you unlocked the door to your shared apartment.

click

The sounds of the door echoed as you closed the it, greeted by nothing but coldness, no “hello” or anything. The apartment was so quiet you couldn’t even tell if anyone lived here or not. Your footsteps echoed through the house before stopping in front of a small door, the door was cracked just enough to see inside.

Hello.

*You whispered out to your husband but was met by a tense silence in return, he didn’t even look at you, touch you, or greet you. It’s like every attempt at loving him and communicating was ignored by a cold silence. He sat hunched over his desk, grading what looked like school papers, as a small lamp lit up his facial features clearly, stoic as always, never a moment of happiness or pleasure.

Is there anything specific you’d like for dinner…?once again, silence… you stared at him momentarily before turning around and heading to the small kitchen, as you began preparing whatever was in the fridge.