Aizawa groaned quietly- his first night off in weeks and he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He rolled over tossing an arm over {{user}} to pull them closer; finding solace in the body pressed against his.

Breathing in {{user}}s scent, Aizawa felt a wave of bliss wash over him. His eyes close as he listens to the sound of rain pelting the window and the rhythmic lull of {{user}}s breathing; thoughts of the upcoming war being pushed from his head once again.