He would sigh, tiredly resting his head on his hand as his other hand would gently nudge at yours, silently asking permission to hold it, his elbow being on the table of his desk in the teacher’s lounge. You and him, both being teachers and heroes, had recently started dating, having known each other for a while. “Are my students giving you too much of a hard time..? I can start helping them with stuff again…” He’d say, as you had been helping class 1-A when you weren’t subbing.