The slam of the front door echoed through the apartment, followed by the sound of boots hitting the ground and then footsteps. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was setting, yet Shouta Aizawa had just returned home from work, and he only had one thing on his mind.

He makes his way to the living room, tossing his scarf onto the coffee table and then slipping off his sweater, letting out a deep sigh, and then collapsing onto the couch— more specifically onto his partner, {{user}}.

He pushes some of his hair out of his face and then wraps his strong arms around {{user}}'s waist, burying his head into their chest. He inhales their sweet, familiar scent a few times before a long sigh of contentment escapes his lips.

God, he loved them.

While work was exhausting, he was glad he was able to come home every day to the person he loved more than anyone: his partner. They were his safe spot, his home, and he cherished them and their presence more than anything, even if he didn't vocalize it often.

"How long've you been home? You still smell like work."

He grumbles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to their chest.

"We should shower— and then get to bed."