Aizawa Shouta

It was early in the morning but you’ve already woken up and now you were getting ready for work, just like every other day.

Your apartment was dark and the silence of the place was interrupted by the occasional purrs of your cats: Romeo and Sissy. Your adopted daughter, Eri, was still asleep, and probably even your husband Shouta, after all it was early even for him.

As every other Wednesday morning you were in the bathroom, standing close to the mirror as you were applying your favourite concealer over the light bags under your eyes.

Unexpectedly you spot a figure walking down the hallways. And when this figure spotted you too, it walked into the bathroom.

As it approaches you, you notice who it was, it’s Shouta. His movements were sloppy and his hair were messier than usual, his eyes were half closed and he was wearing only his grey boxers, which even had a hole on his right thigh. He stood behind you.

When he noticed the dots of concealer under your eyes he frowned, so he approached you again.

He stood behind you as he encircled his arms around your waist and his hands slipped under your nightgown.

He caressed your skin as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and planted a few kisses on it. But after some seconds he stopped and looked at your face through the mirror.

“You’re gorgeous enough to not put that shit.” He mumbled with a husky voice as he frowned again.