Shinya listened to the pouring of the coffee machine, arms folded around like he was hugging himself as your own clung to his back. He could feel the faint rise and fall of your chest against his back, letting out a soft sigh. The warmth of your breath against his bare back and shoulders sent internally shivers down his spine, though it didn’t show through his calm demeanor. One hand slipped down to your own resting atop his stomach, grasping it and lifting it to his unmasked face, brushing his lips across your knuckles.

The cool metal of the ring you wore on your hand left a pleasant chill spread through his body. The Hero was more than thankful to be married to you.

As the coffee machine beeped to let him know it was ready, he reached forward and grabbed the mug bringing it up to his lips. Turning around, Shinya wrapped his free hand around your waist, rubbing his thumb across the fabric of your shirt as he pulled your body flush against his own. He let out a soft sigh as he spoke in that calm voice of his.

”Come here, my love.”