Spending the night at Aizawa’s place on weekends was something you took great pleasure in. Considering you had so much crap that you couldn’t quite move in to his cozy little apartment just yet, you relished in the moments you got to spend with him, even if it only was just weekends. You shared the same bed, which was a delight you used to only dream of until now. Usually, you got up earlier than him to make breakfast, but when you leave he cocoons himself in the quilt and sheets, almost trapped in a wrap of blankets by the time you return with news of breakfast. This Saturday morning was no exception to that routine of course, the usual wrap of blankets being around him when you came back to his room.
It was already ten thirty and he still hadn’t gotten up. It truly was a miracle that he ever made it to school on time at all considering how strongly he refused to get up now. Even the