Chapter 1

Author's Note: I'm back, Bitches (I don't own My Hero Academia).

(y/n) = your name

The hot summer air ghosted over her skin through the open window. She lay sprawled on the bed, and open manuscript laying awkwardly across her stomach. She would have to unfold several pages when she awoke. A pair of reading glasses framed her closed eyes imperfectly, as they sat all askew on her face. Lights from the street filtered through the window, but the most prominent light source came from the booklight that shone a spotlight across her cleavage.

This is the scene that Aizawa Shouta came across when he entered his girlfriend's apartment through the window she'd left open for him. It was apparent, that she'd attempted to stay up and wait for him to finish patrol but had failed.

Shouta sighed fondly as he straightened out her script, leaving it on her bedside table alongside the turned-off book lamp, and her reading glasses-He'd paused to lightly kiss her nose when he'd removed them.

Before long, he was removing his own goggles, as well as his scarf and his shirt before crawling into the bed and wrapping the woman in his arms.

"You were out so late. I was beginning to think you went back to your place for the night." She mumbled in a half-awake state as (y/n) turned around in his arms to nuzzle farther into his chest.

"You wouldn't have to wonder that if you just moved in." He responded in a monotone fashion, not at all matching the warm fondness he felt. "The teacher's apartment complex is pet friendly, you know." He added as a large furry creature slunk into the room and curled up at the edge of the bed.

"mmf. I'm not having this conversation with you tonight." (y/n) said, freeing her arms from between their bodies to wrap around his torso. "I'm just not ready, and you know that."

He nodded, his face buried in her hair. "You say that less like it's about this relationship, and more like it's about relationships in general."

He didn't get a response, as (y/n) was out cold again.

Shouta woke up four hours later to the smell of bacon, and the sensation of someone leaving affectionate pecks on his face. Groaning, he opened his eyes to look at her. This was something Shouta wouldn't mind waking to every morning. "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles softly wafted into the bedroom like a warm breeze, as a tray full of breakfast foods awaited to be eaten next to him on the bed, and his girlfriend sat atop his chest, pulling back from her barrage of kisses.

Resplendent was the only word his brain could come up with. She smirked triumphantly down at him, as he was now awake. Daylight poured in through the still open window, shining on her and making her glow in the morning sun. The tank top and pajama shorts she wore left little to the imagination, but that was perfectly fine with him.

"Well hello, Sleeping Beauty, you look like shit this morning." (y/n) greeted as she twisted to put the tray on his chest, so she could occupy the spot that it had just been. "But I guess that's what happens when you stay out until four-thirty in the morning."

He maneuvered the tray, so he could sit up in bed, and gave a "Mmm." Of acknowledgement as he began to eat a strip of bacon.

"What, no smart reply? I think you're going soft on me, Old Ma-" She was cut off when he bunched up a pancake and shoved the whole thing in her mouth.

It was endearing to see her struggle to chew, her cheeks all puffed out like a chipmunk.

"It's a Saturday, (y/n). Why did you even wake us up this early?"

She held her finger up, as she finished the pancake and took in a large breath of air.

"How would you have felt about yourself if that'd killed me, Shouta?" She asked, drama and sass dripping from her question like the syrup he applied to the rest of the cakes.

He didn't bother answering her question, he simply cut a small triangle from the top pancake and stared at her as he ate.

She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "It's one of the rare weekends when Izuku is coming back from school and hanging with me instead of Inko, I'm about to go pick him up now. I figured I'd let you know, in case you didn't want him and all his classmates to find out that his homeroom teacher and his aunt are sleeping together."

Yes, that absolutely sounded like something he didn't want his students to know. But wait…

"Aren't we having a poker game here tonight?" Shouta asked, confused.

(y/n), who had left the bed to get dressed for the day paused halfway through putting on a pair of blue jeans. "…What? That's next weekend. Please tell me that our loud, obnoxious, inappropriate friends are coming over next weekend." She looked back at her boyfriend with a pleading gaze.

Aizawa smirked at her "Afraid not."

"Will they honor my request if I say we need to reschedule?"

"Afraid not."

"Son of a bitch."