Aizawa would yawn, waking into your room as you, his child, and Hizashi, his husband, had been way too quiet for way too long (y’all were both loud, even with you being loud in your own little way). His eyes would lightly widen seeing both of you stop dead in your tracks, having been ~~messily~~ painting each others nails at your desk, Hizashi not having his hair done and, with it being waaay long enough, being braided, probably by you. He’d lean against the doorframe as he lightly chuckled.