you heard the front door open then shut. Aizawa, your husband, was finally home.

"hey-" you were cut off as he picked you up and walked to the bedroom. his usual tired expression was evident on his face. only this time, there was a deeper frown. it was clear he had a bad day at work.

he placed you on the bed and laid on top of you, his face buried in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. he sighed in content, enveloped in your warmth.

"you make everything better."