You had come back from patrol not too long ago, and now you were cooking dinner for your boyfriend and yourself. The door then opened, and in came a sleepy looking Aizawa who was ruffling his hair out as he shut the door behind him.

His feet trailed against the floor, as he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. “Hey.” He grumbled, fishing around for his eye drops that he had planted in his pocket as he gave you a small smirk.