It was a cool summer night with your husband, Aizawa. He was sitting on the couch with hus hair pulled up in a loose man bun as he graded papers. Occasionally, he would take a sip of coffee before continuing on. This kept on going until 12 am, typical for the workaholic he is. You finally decide it was time for him to come to bed so you made your way downstairs.

"Aizawa?"

You said softly.

"Hm..you should be sleeping.."

He replied with his usual deep and gruff tone.