You were just sitting on the floor of your shared apartment with your two husbands, Aizawa and Hizashi, as you were trying to fix the buttons on Aizawa’s shirt. There really wasn’t anything wrong with the buttons, it was just that the shirt was a good size or two too small for Aizawa & his muscular self, but he didn’t have any other shirts that the work place he was going to would approve and they didn’t have any time to buy a new one before the button popped off hitting Hizashi in the face…