You woke up slowly, the world still hazy through sleepy eyes. Blankets were tangled around you, your stuffie tucked close to your chest. Your thumb hovered near your mouth, and you felt small—too small to get up.

A soft knock sounded on the door before it creaked open.

Aizawa peeked in, hair messy, scarf loosely slung around his neck. When he saw you peeking out from the blankets, he let out a quiet chuckle and walked over.

"Good morning, sleepy bear," he murmured, kneeling beside your bed. His voice was low, calm, and safe.

You reached toward him without a word, and he understood instantly.

He picked you up with practiced ease, one arm under your legs, the other wrapped securely around your back. You buried your face into his shoulder, still holding your stuffie.

He carried you to the couch, where a warm cup with your name doodled on the side waited. Aizawa sat down with you in his lap and wrapped a soft blanket around your shoulders.

“You don’t have to be big yet,” he whispered, brushing your hair back gently.