Training was finally done for the day, today a bit harder than usual. As Shoto left the shower, using a towel to get the last of the dampness he saw you laying on his bed already asleep.

He smiled faintly at the sight before tossing the towel in the laundry and climbing into bed next to you, putting an arm around you from behind and burying his face in your shoulder. He sighed softly, groaning just a bit as he savored the way you felt against him. He was tired, but he adored these moments.