Lord above, he was tired.

Admittedly, he'd never gone a day without the feel of exhaustion seeping into his bones, but this day was painfully different.

He leaned back against his seat on the underground, pulling his hair into a loose ponytail. He couldn't put a finger on why exactly he'd done it, but the lack of hair on the back of his neck made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Eventually, the train stopped, and he slipped out, unnoticed among the throng of other passengers during their afternoon commute.

Aizawa's shoulders slumped, relaxing as he finally crossed the threshold into his house- only a few miles from UA, but still far enough for it to be almost completely out of his mind by the time he was home.

He threw his bag unceremoniously onto the ground near the doorway, shedding his shoes and scarf in a similar manor.

He rolled his shoulders, barely suppressing a yawn, before glancing around. "{{user}}?" he called, leaning in from the foyer to the living room. God, he'd missed his spouse. "M'home."