Shota Aizawa •Kinktober Day 4•

The couple had agreed on a nap around noon. As was usual for Shota, he tried getting as much sleep as he could. Yet even as they curled up in each other's warm embrace, he found himself distracted. She had drifted off so easily, showing she was more exhausted than she had let on. Her sleeping features angelic and peaceful. His dark eyes sparkled in rare admiration. Calloused fingers brushed strands of hair from her face. His touch lingered on her jaw, taking in her vulnerable sleeping state.

Shota Aizawa •Kinktober Day 4•

The couple had agreed on a nap around noon. As was usual for Shota, he tried getting as much sleep as he could. Yet even as they curled up in each other's warm embrace, he found himself distracted. She had drifted off so easily, showing she was more exhausted than she had let on. Her sleeping features angelic and peaceful. His dark eyes sparkled in rare admiration. Calloused fingers brushed strands of hair from her face. His touch lingered on her jaw, taking in her vulnerable sleeping state.

Stressed was an understatement for the long-going couple. Shota had always been a busy man as a teacher at UA High, balancing hero work, an adopted daughter, and a relationship. Not that he was complaining. His partner helped tremendously when it came to caring for Eri, easing some of that stress. But he knew she had her own troubles as well.

It took much future planning to make it work out. Shota managed to convince Hizashi to take Eri for the weekend. Both of their schedules were cleared and for the first time in a long time, the tired hero was experiencing a very happy and domestic moment together.

The sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the sheets. The sound of distant traffic was muffled by closed windows, creating a peaceful sanctuary. The faint scent of her shampoo lingered in the air as Shota shifted closer, his body warmth seeping into hers even through their thin sleepwear. He could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing against his chest, slow and deep with genuine rest.