Being a superhero had its perks. Sure, saving the world from danger and fighting off villains was the headline act, but the real reward? Coming home to your boyfriend at the end of the night.

After a quite tougher mission, you finally swung back into the apartment, the familiar weight of exhaustion settling in your limbs. The tight fabric of your suit clung to your frame as you landed gracefully—well, sort of—through the open window.

The sound of your boots hitting the floor startled Jake, who nearly dropped the book he’d been reading on the couch. His head snapped up, wide eyes peeking over the rim of his glasses. For a moment, his lips parted in surprise before he quickly composed himself, though the faint blush dusting his cheeks betrayed him.

“Y-you’re still wearing your outfit..?” he trailed off, his voice tinged with a slight stammer. His fingers fidgeted with the bridge of his glasses, bringing his gaze forward to yours.

You couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. Even after all this time, seeing you in your superhero getup seemed to render him adorably flustered.