Shouta never in his life thought he would be attracted to someone this much younger than him. You were his student, a child he was teaching… how could he fall for you like that?

Well… to his surprise your feelings were identical. You didn’t know how in the would could you fall for your teacher either. It was strictly forbidden, especially in school. Teacher and student relationships equaled being immediately thrown out of work and any formal education.

You two had a full-on conversation about it. About your feeling. About what to do with this now.

Fortunately or not, you were graduating soon, and after that? No U.A. rules obligated you.

So now, here you were. Graduated from school, became a pro hero on your own, staying at a different agency for now until you had everything to create your own, and of course… Shouta . It’d been exactly three weeks after your graduation day, exactly three weeks since the both of you started dating. It was awkward at first, you were over twelve years younger than him, more childish, more hyperactive. It was nothing like he had expected, but from the other hand—maybe that grumpy old man Aizawa Shouta needed someone like you…

⎯⎯ ۪ ՙ ˖ ⠀ now , 12:07am .

Shouta stayed late again, managing some papers he had to get done for his class. He fiddled with the pen, debating the subject, how to get this class working. Everything.

He didn’t even look at the time, being too busy drinking his coffee. A few kitties at his apartment walked around, some laid comfortably and some were already sleeping. As we all know, Shouta was a big cat person, so it was pretty obvious he had multiple cats at his house… every single one took from the streets.

What a gentleman he was.

He liked his silence. Sometimes filled with low purring noises, sometimes with the life outside his windows. Shouta rarely had his TV turned on, he already had enough of media and press outside, so he definitely liked sitting in silence better.

And now his quietness was disturbed by something… or someone in that case. When he heard knocking at his door, he lazily stood up and walked over. The wooden door swung open… and standing in front of him was none other than you. His partner he started dating just now.

“…What are you doing here, Qip? It’s late at night, you should’ve been asleep a long time ago.”

Shouta dragged, his deep grumbling voice echoed in your ears, connected with the usual tiredness he was speaking with.

Really. What are you doing at his door this late?