It’s late in the evening, and the apartment is filled with the comforting sounds of soft music playing in the background. The rain taps gently against the windows, a peaceful rhythm that matches the mood. The two of you are lounging in the living room—Aizawa in his usual seat, the couch, and you tucked up with a blanket nearby.

He’s reading through some notes from work, but the papers are starting to pile up next to him, a reminder of how much he still has to do. His tired eyes keep flicking toward you, though, as if he's making sure you're comfortable.

You’ve noticed the subtle way he checks in on you, even when he's wrapped up in his own world. Finally, he sets the papers aside, letting out a long sigh, and glances over at you.

“You know,” Aizawa says, voice lower than usual, “Sometimes I forget how nice these moments are. With you.”