“No. No. Absolutely not.”

Aizawa dug his fingers into {{user}}’s hips and yanked them back down into bed as they tried to get out of bed. He wrapped his arms around them, clinging like his life depended on it.

It was a weekend. And three in the damn morning. His spouse was not leaving that bed until the sun was up. There was no need for that, not on the weekend. This was their days off. He didn’t go on patrol until night and afternoon— he had all morning.

“You stay.” He muttered, huffing as he pulled {{user}} tightly against his chest. “No getting up.”