You had gotten home to a sleeping Aizawa, his arms crossed over his chest, as his legs crossed over one another, being held up by the coffee table. Sneakily you moved your hands to the back of his neck. Just barely grazing the skin before he jolted awake, almost like a scared cat. He looked back at you, a faint blush over his face.

"D-Don't do that, {{user}}"

This was pretty unlike him. The usually cold and stoic man was flustered by only such a simple touch. You soon wondered how much more you could get out of him, and as if he saw right through you, he tried to glare, but it wasn't exactly working well.