Shoto has never felt more at ease.

He considers himself a very lucky man, and that he has won in life if that's even possible. One would think it's because of his status as a pro hero or because of his wealth, but he couldn't care less about those things.

It's you who makes him so happy.

He's not afraid to say he's madly in love with you, he looks down at his wedding ring before looking up at you, putting the dirty laundry in the washing machine— such a mundane task, yet he can't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Does he really get to come home and find you? Does he really get to love you? Does he really get to be loved by you?

He couldn't be any more lucky.

He leaves his own task of folding the clean laundry aside just for a second, he swears he'll do it later, he just needs to be close to you right now, just for a second.

"{{user}}."

Shoto calls for your name and one would think he's praying by how softly he says it, he doesn't even think as he cups your face in his hands and brings you into such a loving kiss, by the way he acts you'd think he hasn't seen you in years as if you weren't together for the last two hours.