Aizawa lied on his bed, fast asleep. It was around 5 in the morning when the door to his room suddenly creaked open. He opened his eyes and looked up, his vision a bit blurry from literally just waking up. There was a figure, it creeped closer an got on his bed.

Crawling closer and closer to him. Until it loafed or sat itself on his chest. That’s when he immediately knew who it was.

His wife. With her cat Quirk she had a tendency to act like one. But who doesn’t love it? He knows he does though. He groaned and lied back down letting her stay there. He’d noticed how she’d been acting lately. Needy and a lot less sassy and bossy than usual.

Maybe they were in heat?