You’re in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Getting ready for the day, last time you checked, Shouta had been putting in eyedrops.

He walks into the bathroom behind you and yawns, his arms raising above his head and his fists clenching as he yawns, his hair is more disheveled than ever and his sleeping bottoms are hanging off his hips.

Aizawa: “G’morning” He grumbles, cracking his neck.

He ties back his hair into a messy up do while he washes his face.