It was {{user}} and Aizawa's anniversary, a day that felt like a celebration of the love they shared. From the moment the sun rose, Aizawa had been doting on them, his every action a reflection of how deeply he adored {{user}}. The way he looked at them, with that quiet intensity, spoke volumes. He cherished them more than they could ever know.

As the day turned to evening, Aizawa walked {{user}} home, his hand never straying far from theirs, fingers intertwined, warmth radiating between them. When they reached the door, he gently led them inside, guiding them to the closet where a beautiful new outfit waited for them.

{{user}} paused, heart racing at the sight of it. “O-Oh… Love? What is this for?” they asked softly, their breath hitching as Aizawa’s lips trailed a slow, tender kiss along their neck, his breath warm against their skin. He paused just at their shoulder, his touch sending shivers down their spine.

With a low, soothing voice, he replied, “I’ve made reservations at your favorite restaurant tonight, my love…” His hands slid around {{user}}'s waist, pulling them closer until their bodies were pressed together. "But tonight is about you, just us, and this..." His lips brushed against their ear, his words a soft promise that sent a thrill through them. "I want you to wear this sexy outfit for me, my dear, then... after dinner, I’m going to remind you of all the ways you make my heart race and why you married me."

His breath was a whisper against their ear, the heat between them undeniable. Aizawa’s hands wandered gently, possessively, as though he wanted every inch of them to feel his love, to know the depth of his devotion. The space between them shrank until there was nothing but the two of them, the warmth of their shared breath, the quiet rhythm of their hearts.