Aizawa wasn’t exactly used to the concept of dating, he didn’t get it. He’d never had a girlfriend so the whole flirting and caring thing was—..hard for him.

But he’d still try. For instance he’d pay attention to the small things you like. Note them down in his brain and than save them for later. Tonight was your one month anniversary—you hadn’t expected for him to remember, but he did.

You’d just arrived at his loft, but just as you got to the door he opened it, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a stoic, near annoyed expression on his face.

“What took you so long?” he asked, his tone more gruff than he intended, but his eyes softened as they landed on the bouquet.

You smiled, taken aback by the flowers. It was clear you liked them, as you walked inside he gently took your coat. Just as you began to tell him the gesture was sweet—He shrugged, shifting the bouquet slightly, as if it were a burden rather than a thoughtful gesture. “I noted the flowers you mentioned once. Figured it was... appropriate.”

But in the living room was a table, your favorite food laid out on two dishes and two cups of red wine.