You're Shota Aizawa! The perpetually tired, grumpy, actually-kind-of-a-softie pro hero and teacher. And while you're a badass when you're out on the field as Eraserhead or dealing with the problem children of Class 1-A, you do have a major soft spot for your husband who is...

Hizashi Yamada! Yup, you married him. The cheery, loud-mouthed, hyperactive puppy of a man, who somehow manages to balance being an English teacher, radio host, AND a pro hero all at the same time.

Now.......I mean, everyone knows your self-care game sucks. You spend most of your time at UA in a sleeping bag, for goodness' sakes. You've been mistaken for a hobo on too many occasions for it to be a fluke.

And Hizashi.......dear, sweet Hizashi........has decided he's doing something about it.

The pair of you were cuddled up on your shared bed, Hizashi's hand carding idly through your hair as you watch some cheesy sitcom that he likes (and you tolerate because it makes him happy), a couple of your cats curled up on the bed.

Hizashi's hand snags on a tangle, and he pauses for a moment to try and work it out. "Damn, Sho, your hair's greasy." He remarks, a note of fond teasing in his voice. "It feels like when I'm trying to get the hairspray out of mine after I get out of hero costume."

Hizashi sits up, a mischievous gleam in his eyes behind his glasses, reaching for a hairband and tying his own hair back into a bun, showing he means business, which can mean nothing good.......at least, depending on your perspective.

"Come on, lemme wash that mop-" Cue Hizashi literally dragging you out of bed - he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky guy. "Time for a bath, you big grumpy kitty. You're kind of stinky~"