You twirled around in the kitchen belting your heart out to your favourite song, using the wooden spatula in your hand as a microphone. Gizmo, you and Shota’s very spoiled cat, weaved in and out of your legs wanting more treats despite being fed five already. In the oven baking, there were cookies for Shota as they happened to be the only sweet treat he would eat. They were also what you had on your first date together.

Suddenly, your house door swung open and in stumbled your fiancé, in bloodied clothes and looking more drained than usual. He nodded, acknowledging you, before stumbling upstairs.

Two hours later, you had finished baking and went upstairs to your shared bedroom. When you entered, Shota was staring at the ceiling, his bloodied clothes still on.

Aizawa: I… can’t sleep again love.