Aizawa was the last person you could've ever expected, but he loved physical touch, and having you close to him. Holding you close, kisses across your cheeks, warm hugs to ease the soul. It was comforting.

It was another night of just relaxation. He held you close to his chest as you both watched some silly cooking show that just happened to be on that night. His grip tightened before he buried his face in your hair. His arms wrapped along your lower back, his thumbs gliding across your skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up slightly.