Yamada was a much different man when he wasn't being a hero or a radio host. He was... quite domestic, in actuality.

While his jobs kept him out late, mainly the radio, you never worried about him coming home.

It was 11:30 pm when he finally got home. He hung his coat up, running a hand through his blonde hair. He wasn't tired, not to the point of laying down, at least. Instead, Yamada grabbed a small snack from the fridge and plopped onto the couch to watch some TV.

The volume stayed low, so he didn't accidently wake you. He'd made that mistake once and only once.

"Hizashi?"

Yamada looked up, fear spiking as he worried that he had woken you. But you were still rubbing your eyes, still waking up. "Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?"

"Just making sure you got home." You yawned, night shirt riding up only a little.

He chuckled, kicking a leg up onto the couch, "Go back to bed, you're half asleep."