Just a calm, quiet, sleepy evening for Izuku, his little sister, and his hero.
Aizawa settles back, then, one hand settling on Izuku's knee, a passive, oh-so sweet affection.
"Wha's time?" The murmur is low and rumbling, and it matches Aizawa's tone when he responds, "It's just after six. I was going to wake you up at seven for dinner."
"Mm, than's."
Izuku shifts slightly, nuzzling down into Eri's hair, soft and strawberry-sweet as it is, forcing himself not to sigh heavily in case the movement of it wakes her up. He's glad when she just snuffles in her sleep, clearly still unbothered.