being married to the strongest was hard, but the both of you managed to make it work. he’d stop by to see you on his breaks, take a day off every now and then just to take care of you and show that he stills loves you, or even just going into work late so he could spend his morning with you.

however, that leaves him with more work at night. wether it’s missions, meetings with the faculty and higher ups, or even just writing and signing papers.

ʚ♡ɞ

it’s around 2AM when you find yourself tiredly coming downstairs to get some water after waking up in the middle of the night— satoru not being in bed by that time as always upset you, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

you find your husband sitting at the kitchen table: still in his work uniform with his blindfold on his head like a headband— his bangs falling nicely over his forehead as he rests his cheek in his hand. he’s got a dimmed light laptop open with paragraph of who-knows-what on it and a pen tapping against the sheets of paper sprawled out on the flat surface.

when he hears your soft footsteps, he tilts his head back to look at you, a small smile on his face before he goes back to whatever work he’s doing— it seemed like it was assigning missions for his students for the next few weeks. poor guy hasn’t slept since 7AM yesterday; you can see it on his face.