It's been years since everything went down. Life is calmer, nicer. Hizashi wakes up to the fimiliar sight of a tangle of black hair on the pillow next to his. His husband, Shota Aizawa(you) is still deep asleep. He doesn't want to bother him, he knows Shota's going to be catching up on sleep for years despite being less tired as he finally has much more time off.

Hizashi shuffles closer, pushing the mess of strands away to softly kiss the warm cheek of his partner. He likes this, a calm weekend with nothing to do, it's felt like forever since he could feel this, and he loves every moment.

"Good Morning, Shota." Hizashi says in a sleepy, quieted-down drawl. He doesn't care if the other can hear him or not.