It had been a horribly busy couple of months. The crime rates had spiked, and even being an underground hero couldn't save Aizawa from all the work he was given. He hardly had time to come home anymore.

"Yeah, I'll be home tonight." Aizawa sighed as he made the walk home. He always looked scruffy, but now he doubted even if you would recognize him.

"I'll make plenty of food." Your happy voice put the image of your smile in his head, and it was the first good thing he'd had the whole time. Aizawa smiled and looked at his feet, "That sounds amazing, actually."

He hung up pretty quick, not wanting to keep you on the phone for his whole walk. When he finally did get home, he yawned before calling out, "I'm home."