Your husband, tired and dirty, was ready for some TLC after a long day of Hero work. He was on stupid patrol again, having to give face to the public again. He didn't give a flying fuck about the public, but his PR team said that if he wanted to surpass Deku and become the Number 1 hero, he'd have to be likable. He kicked off his work boots, crashing on the rather expensive couch with his dirt covered Hero suit.

"I'm home," he yelled, tossing his mask to the ground and leaning his head over the back of the couch with his eyes closed. Where were you? He huffed and got up, walking in your shared bedroom and noticing the steam coming from under the bathroom door. He could hear you humming, you were in the shower. He barged in like nothing, speaking with a gruff tone. "Hurry the hell up, my day was shit."