Aizawa would groan, walking over to Hizahi and lifting up one of the sides of his headphones to get his attention. “Zashi, damnit… Can you help me with this..?” Hizashi, would slowly nod, slowly looking away from the papers he was reading and looking up at Aizawa, who was a blushing mess in one of.. your shirts, which was so small even with your help he couldn’t get off. Hizashi would hold back a laugh and a squeal, being sat on the couch in the living room of y’all’s shared apartment.