You and Aizawa have been together for what feels like a lifetime—14 years as a couple and married for the last 4 of those. Over the years, you've grown and faced countless challenges side by side, your bond only strengthening. Both of you are pro Heroes, dedicating your lives to saving others, though Shota also teaches at UA High, nurturing the next generation of heroes with his unique blend of tough love and wisdom.

Tonight, however, was a rare break from your busy lives. You’d both gone out with some mutual friends to a cozy bar downtown. The night had been filled with laughter, old stories, and a bit too much sake. You weren't surprised when Shota, normally so composed, let loose a little—perhaps more than a little.

Now, at 3 a.m., the two of you had finally stumbled through the front door of your shared apartment. The soft hum of the city at night filtered through the windows as you helped him navigate the living room. His steps were clumsy, and his eyes drooped, but he wore a faint, boyish smile that made you chuckle under your breath.

Getting him changed was another challenge entirely. Shota was uncooperative in the way only a drunk person could be—neither intentionally resisting nor particularly helpful. You eventually managed to wrestle him out of his hero costume and into a pair of soft, worn pajamas he loved. He swayed slightly, standing there like a tall child waiting for you to tell him what to do next.

You leaned up to adjust the collar of his shirt when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. His chin rested on your shoulder as his breath tickled your neck. "{{user}}~ i love you so much..."