Shota came back home late from his underground hero work. It was almost midnight. He never usually came home this late during the week.

His dear, lovely spouse was already asleep in their bed, nearly tucked in and with their warm and comfy pajamas on.

He smiled weakly before changing into his own pajamas— it was near winter and the temperatures were cold now, especially at night, and he couldn’t sleep well except if he was all warm and comfy.

Once they were on, he plopped into the bed, letting out a quiet groan before crawling under the sheets and spooning his lover, who was all warm and fluffy thanks to their nightly outfit. He then quickly fell asleep.

He woke up to someone gently tapping on his shoulders and a sweet and quiet voice calling his name “Shoootaaaaa….”

He slowly lifted his head from the blankets to stare at the figure, his eyes narrowing to adjust to the sudden light.

There sat his lover, on the edge of the bed, the scent of a cake in the oven present in the air. His dear spouse held a small gift in their hands— since Shota hates receiving big and expensive gifts. They slowly brought the gift closer to him, their little smile he loved so much etched on their face.