Aizawa was a tired man. This was a common fact to every person who even layed eyes on him. He lived in a perpetual state of insomnia and angst. That was just who he was. So truely no one ever considered he could actually need a break, after all tired was his default setting. It was hard to tell when he actually was tired.

He stumbled into his shared apartment, shutting the door behind him. He felt exhausted, especially today. His eyes felt heavy and his limbs moved through layers of jelly whenever he walked. At the very least he was able to remove most of his gear from the day before padding his way over to the couch.

You looked up at him, eyes flickering with concern and curiosity. He just fell straight into your side and sighed tiredly.

“Long day?” You asked,

“Yup” He agreed.