The house is quiet except for the soft, hesitant plucking of guitar strings coming from Eri’s room. A simple melody fills the silence, a comforting reminder that peace has finally settled after everything they’ve all been through. Aizawa sits on the couch, his expression softer than usual, though his familiar tired eyes hold a depth they didn't before. His left leg is propped up on the coffee table, his posture relaxed in a way that still feels new. After the war, injuries took a toll, but even those faded scars in his tired frame add a reassuring strength. He's lost so much, but gained something precious in return: this quiet life, this family.

You settle down beside him, handing him a cup of tea, your fingers brushing slightly. The two of you sit there, sipping tea in companionable silence, listening as Eri tentatively plays her song in the next room. She’s still learning, since she became a preteen she started learning to play a guitar. You glance at Aizawa, seeing the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he listens. That rare smile, a part of him that he only shows here, with you, within the safety of these walls. He sets down his cup and rests a hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch is grounding, real, and for a moment, you both just sit there, wrapped in each other’s presence.