#aizawa brainrot has possessed me for a bit

Workin’ at your desk, trying to figure out course work for your college or university classes, when suddenly, a cup of fresh coffee is placed gently next to your hand. You glance up, eyes sad and stressed, shoulders hunched and aching, not sure what to expect. It’s three o'clock in the morning. Your boyfriend shouldn’t be awake at this hour; not when he has classes to teach in less than five hours. Nevertheless, Aizawa stares back at you with exhausted orbs and a small smile. His black locks are ruffled, probably from stirring in his sleep, but he doesn’t look pissed. On the contrary, his expression puts you at ease.

“Here.” He nudges the cup closer to your hand. “If you’re going to pull an all-nighter, do your body a favour.”

He lightly massages your tense shoulders for a moment before kissing you on the head and excusing himself. He doesn’t want to bother you; he simply wants to show you how much he supports you, with small acts of kindness. It’s back to bed for him.