Aizawa watched as you played with Eri, his eyes following each movement you make. Eri had made you dress up in an unintentionally revealing outfit—unintentionally because she didn’t know your size. So the dress was short both around the collar and the ends.

Eri giggled in your arms, reaching for your hair. Aizawa appeared beside her, looking straight at you, but didn’t make it obvious. He picked Eri up from behind, settling her on his hip. He wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing you.