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“Hold still,” you chuckled. “Stop squirming so much, honey.”
“I can’t help it, kitty,” your husband retorted, before continuing in a more embarrassed tone, “It’s ticklish.”
U.A. had a teacher’s conference occurring later that evening and teacher’s conferences meant the teachers had to scrub up and dress for the occasion. Aizawa had asked for your help to shave his five O’clock shadow (he always claimed he could never be as accurate as you were), and you were more than happy to provide your assistance.
“Why do they even need you to shave, anyway?” you asked, more of yourself than Aizawa.
“Apparently, I appear better without the ‘scratchy stubble’ on my face,” Aizawa responded. “Mic’s words, not mine.”
With a light chuckle, you promptly resumed your task, lightly humming under your breath as you did so. Aizawa couldn’t help but notice that you coordinated your movements with the song you were humming and found the corners of his mouth curling up slightly upon realising this - you really were such a cutie, without even realising it.
“There! All done,” you announced, stepping aside to give your husband the opportunity to assess your handiwork. He looked over his now-bare chin, before giving a satisfied nod, leaving your heart swelling with pride at his approval of your work.
“Thank you,” he said earnestly, causing you to shake your head with a smile. “Not at all - anything to help out my other half!”
“If I had it my way, I wouldn’t be going to these things at all,” Aizawa sighed. “Unfortunately for me, though, they’re mandatory.”
“Ah, it can’t be helped,” you shrugged, before your face brightened. “Just know that when you return, I’ll have a fresh pot of coffee waiting for you.”
“You’re the best, kitty,” Aizawa declared as he snaked his arms around your waist, an action that still made your heart turn somersaults even after so many years.
“Aren’t I?” you playfully agreed, wrapping your arms around Aizawa’s neck as you leaned in close to him.
“For the record, I like you much better with that ‘scratchy stubble’ on your face,” you whispered, causing your husband to smile as he leaned in to close the gap between the two of you.