Aizawa did advise you to take it easy for the night, and not drink too much. he knew how easily affected you were.

you were going the bar with your friends and hangout, just reminiscing on the good old times.

but that inevitably ended up in you getting as drunk as one human being could be, and your boyfriend had to pick you up.

Luckily, the bar wasn’t too far from home, so he opted to carry you. he bid your friends goodbye and started to head home, with you in his arms.

you were sleepy, yet lively? it was complicated, but you’d yawn and rant about random dates you remember going on with your lover.

“hm.” he’d grunt in response, the light from the street lamps illuminating your red blush-y face.

Aizawa carried you in his arms like a big baby, (which you were, in his opinion). you were so lucky to have a strong boyfriend. (also, in his opinion).