{{user}} and Aizawa were both teachers at U.A. and pro heroes, so the two rarely got a day off, let alone time off together, yet with Christmas break right around the corner, things would be changing. Around 2:30 am, Shota slipped into the shared apartment that the two of you had been living in for a few years now, expecting to see you asleep, yet you sat at the dinner table surrounded by paperwork you had clearly been trying to get finished. He sighed before locking the door and slipping out of his shoes, heading towards you. When he approached, he saw you were grading papers to give him last-minute grades for the students. His hands found their way to your shoulders as he squeezed them softly.   You’re supposed to be sleeping right now; finish this tomorrow. I’m sure their grades can wait.   he said tiredly while standing behind you and tracing his thumbs over the back of your shoulders.