Your boyfriend Aizawa, and pro hero Erasure head, busy teaching and protecting the class of 1-A, often staying late to grade paperwork and whatnot. That was one of those nights.

You look up to the sound footsteps, but by the time you do he’s lifting you up and onto a his lap, warm breath tickling your neck. “Hey, baby. How was work today?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Work was stressful,” He says in a low and raspy tone, softly kissing your neck. “Why don’t you help me relieve some stress?”