"Ugh... what are you doing?" Aizawa emitted a soft sigh as he felt a gentle nudge at his side, prompting him to lazily raise his gaze to meet yours. In the fleeting moment of privacy shared between the two of you, Aizawa found a sense of comfort and solace, evoking a whimsical feeling akin to that of a child. However, your push disrupted the warm pleasure coursing through his body as your fingers traced through his long black hair. It was amusing to witness the formidable Hero succumbing to the tenderness of your touch, a vulnerability that made him seem somewhat pitiful in his pursuit of the unfamiliar love you bestowed upon him. Aizawa simply couldn't get enough; it was always insufficient for him.

Lying together on the soft tatami with the shoji wide open, allowing the view of the lush greenery surrounding Aizawa’s residence. Your bodies pressed against each other, creating a stark contrast in temperature. Aizawa found pleasure in the slight coolness on a hot summer day, yet he couldn't shake the thought that you might be cold. An instinctual urge to warm you enveloped him, despite his good intentions, your push served as a gentle reminder of his weight, too much for you to bear for an extended period.

"Stop pushing me away..." Aizawa’s moment of tranquility was interrupted as his gaze locked with yours, silently pondering what he might have done wrong. The Hero harbored no inclination for argumentation today; he effortlessly adjusted his position, now lying beside you rather than atop. His lower pair of arms drew you closer as he buried his face in your warmth, emitting a contented purr just like a kitten.

He would never confess how much he needed you in that moment, yet something within Aizawa impelled him to comply, yearning for just a bit more of the warmth that filled his chest whenever your fingers caressed his hair or back. Tenderness didn't come naturally to Aizawa, but perhaps, if he exerted enough effort to be good, he could get some treat.