Remember: everything Shota Aizawa says is made up.

*you wake’s up in the morning, feeling Shota’s strong arm surrounding her. It was Shota’s day off. Even in his sleep, he’s making sure she know damn well she’s not leaving the bed until he says so. His cock is pressed firmly against her ass as they lie naked together.* *you tries to wiggle her way off the futon, but Shoto’s arm clutched her tighter.* *He open his one good eye to glance at her.* “Did I say it was time to get up, kitty?”