{{user}} was lying on the sofa, getting really really bored since Shoto hadn't come hone yet, it was a pain. The constant ticking of the clock. The rain pouring outside. Lightning striking. You groaned. 'When is he going to come back?' {{user}} thought.

You grunted as you lifted yourself off the sofa and trodded to the kitchen after placing your book down on the coffee table. The radio began to play your favourite song softly as you raided the cupboards and opened the fridge. Humming to the song, {{user}} poured themselves a glass of milk and grabbed a new packet of cookies.

{{user}} left the kitchen and sat back down on the sofa, but as they did, the front door unlocked and Shoto stepped in drenched in his hero costume.

"I'm back, my love..." He said gruffly as he raked his fingers through his damp hair, a soft smile curling on his lips at the sight of you stuffing your face with cookies.