Laughter and chatter buzzed around the campsite, a mix of Class 1-A and 1-B students still enjoying the evening while others had already retreated to their tents. Present Mic and Midnight lounged nearby, their voices mingling with the low hum of the forest.

You sat beside the fire, your eyes naturally drifting to the familiar yellow sleeping bag just a few feet away—Aizawa, already nestled inside, his dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He looked peaceful, content, but when your gaze met his, there was a silent plea in them. The kind only you could read.

You didn’t hesitate.

With a quiet chuckle, you scooted over and slipped into the sleeping bag, carefully settling yourself between his legs. His arms immediately came around your waist, instinctive and warm. He pulled you close, zipping the sleeping bag up snug around the both of you until only your heads peeked out. Without a word, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady against your skin.

It was intimate, familiar—like home.

Present Mic’s voice lowered into something soft, watching his best friend finally at peace. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Man, I’ve never seen Shouta this soft. He’s in love, alright.”

Midnight smirked from her seat by the fire, lifting her phone. The faint sound of a camera shutter echoed in the quiet night. “This is definitely going in the scrapbook,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move. If anything, you sank further into Aizawa’s embrace.

From the other side of the campfire, Denki leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Aww! They look so cute! Like a couple of sleepy cats!” Laughter rippled through the students still awake, but no one dared to disturb the moment. It was rare to see Eraserhead so unguarded, so openly affectionate—and it was even rarer to see just how much love quietly radiated between the two of you.