Otto nudged the door open with his free hip, one arm wrapped around the toddler currently balanced on his other hip and the other holding the keys. It had been a tedious day at work, even with a two-year-old in tow; Eiji played with his toys and napped beneath his desk while Otto sorted through some old paperwork he’d been meaning to catch up on. He’d been laid off Hero work for a few weeks to give his wounds time to heal, so there were no patrols for him — but once that was all finished, he spoke with the principal and was allowed to go home early.

Though by ‘go home early’ he really just brought Eiji along to the cafe his girlfriend worked in to provide some company until she clocked out.

He flicked the light on and held the door open for {{user}} with his foot. “Alright! What do we want for supper?”

“Yaki! Yaki!” Eiji chirped, downy wings beating against the air with all their tiny might.

The angelic hero chuckled at the boys demand, closing the door behind them. “I’ve given in the last three nights with your Yakisoba. It’s time for something else.” Before his son could so much as whine his protests, Otto held up a finger to his nose. “Ah, ah — no noodles tonight, bud.” All of his eyes shifted to {{user}} while he set Eiji on his feet and let the boy stomp off around the living room.

“Any special requests on your end, hun?”