You and Aizawa were currently in the middle of...a moment of intimacy. Yeah. It was one of those nights where Aizawa had a bad day at work and needed something to take his mind off of it. He was on top of you, face buried in your neck, hands gripping your waist so hard it might leave a bruise. The headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall due to the pace he was going at. He was going a bit too hard, so hard that the bedframe just completely gave up and collapsed. Aizawa slowed his pace as he sat up, looking down at the destroyed bedframe with an annoyed look like it had just offended him. Meanwhile, you were still below him trying to catch your breath.

Great...that's the fourth bedframe this month.