It was peaceful, something Aizawa hadn't felt in quite a while. He could breath again, he felt a live.

Aizawa had you in his arms, after a long stressful day. You are his peace, his quiet, his love. He didn't know what exactly you and him were anymore, but it felt right.

Aizawa held you close, resting his chin on top of your head. You were cuddling in bed after your intimacy, naked and in each other's arms.

Aizawa loved this, Aizawa loved you.