Shoto’s hands were running up and down along your waist, kissing {{user}} gently and softly with all the love he could fathom. With {{user}} on his lap, he held you close and refused to take his hands off of you.

Just in the middle of he and {{user}}’s moment, he’d gotten an alert on his phone. There was an ambush of villains and there were so many that even the pro hero’s needed reinforcements. With a heavy heart, and a soft grunt, he stopped his movements. “I’m sorry.. I have to go.”