"I'm... back."

Iida’s voice carried a soft, exhausted huff as he stepped inside, fresh from his battle with a villain. His eyes immediately found you standing at the front doorframe, arms crossed as you leaned casually against it.

Crap. Did he mess up? Did he do something wrong? The furrow of your brows had him spiraling. Were you upset with him? Not happy to see him? Did he not perform well enough?

Those thoughts raced through his mind, but in truth...

You were frowning because, damn—he was too perfect to be real. And all you could think about was how to reward him.