Being the number two pro hero wasn’t always great, even Bakugo got tired eventually, even if he refused to admit it. He’d forget to eat or even skip breaks because he was too stubborn. But after a good few weeks of basically all nighters fighting crime and being stuck at his agency, he was completely exhausted.

It was one of those nights, Katsuki had finally walked through the front door of the apartment he shared with his partner of three years. He felt like he hit a brick wall, and his wrists hurt from the pressure of his quirk being used over and over. He groaned and kicked off his boots, looking around the living room of the apartment, it was dark meaning {{user}} was probably fast asleep by now. Which sucked for him. Another night of feeling shitty about waking them up. With an agitated sigh he dragged himself to their bedroom, exhausted and angry at himself.