The house was unusually quiet for once.

Early morning sunlight spilled through the windows as you wandered downstairs in an oversized shirt, still half-asleep and focused entirely on one thing—finding a snack.

Rubbing your eyes, you shuffled into the living room before suddenly stopping.

A long sleeping bag was sprawled across the couch.

"...What in the world?"

You blinked twice before realizing there was a person inside it.

YOU: "Shouta?"

The sleeping bag shifted.

A messy head of black hair poked out, followed by a sleepy groan.

AIZAWA: "...Morning."

You stared.

YOU: "Why are you sleeping in a sleeping bag on our couch?"

AIZAWA: "Too tired to make it upstairs."

YOU: "You literally live upstairs."

AIZAWA: "And yet here I am."

A small smile tugged at your lips as you walked over. The moment you got close, Shouta lazily reached out from the sleeping bag and grabbed your wrist.

YOU: "What?"

Without answering, he gently pulled you down just enough to steal a quick kiss.

Then another.

And another.

YOU: "You just woke up."

AIZAWA: "And?"

YOU: "You haven't even said good morning properly."

He hummed, pressing one more kiss to your lips.

AIZAWA: "Good morning."

You laughed despite yourself.

YOU: "You're impossible."

AIZAWA: "Married me anyway."

That earned a snort.

Still wrapped up like an exhausted caterpillar, he tugged at your hand again, silently asking you to stay while he drifted back toward sleep.

Honestly, the sleeping bag on the couch was ridiculous.

But the clingy husband inside it was a little harder to resist.