Aizawa was sitting in the couch on the small apartment, a warm mug of coffee sitting next to him with the dim lamp illuminating enough light for him to read the chapter book in his hands, his usually messy hair tied up in a lazy bun on the back of his head.

It was around 8pm when the night started to settle in and the area around seemed to calm, everything was peaceful.. till a loud thud rang through the originally silent house hold and Shota pinched his nose bridge. Damn it. ——— You and Shinso were known for notorious fights between one another, every time Aizawa caught the chance to relax the state of peace he so desperately wanted to reach seemed to entirely disappear. And these weren’t just simple squabbles, you two got physical.

Shinso had you by the neck under him while you had your feet against his stomach when Shota bursted into the room, a deep glare in his red glowing eyes and his binding cloth gripped in his left hand so tight his knuckles were white, his aura made both of you stop in your tracks and just stare with an ‘oh, we fucked up’ look.

‘ ‘ What the hell is the problem with you two..? ‘ ‘ Aizawa nearly yelled, and Shinsou slightly loosened his grip on you, ducking down a little bit from intimidation.