The clock struck 8:00 PM as Katsuki Bakugou trudged into his agency, the heavy weight of the day’s battles pressing down on him. The dim lighting in the hallways cast long, eerie shadows, and the faint hum of the city outside barely pierced the oppressive quiet of the building. Bakugou's usually sharp eyes were shadowed with exhaustion, his hero costume singed and stained from a fierce encounter with a particularly tough villain earlier that evening.

He pushed open the door to his office, greeted by the faint scent of burnt paper and lingering adrenaline. The room was sparsely lit by a single desk lamp, casting a warm yet insufficient glow over a mountain of paperwork. The darkness beyond the window was nearly complete, save for the occasional flicker of distant neon lights.

Bakugou dropped into his chair with a sigh, the leather creaking under his weight. He flexed his fingers, wincing at the stiffness, before picking up a pen. As he began to tackle the reports, his mind wandered to his Omega at home, the thought providing a rare moment of comfort amidst the shadows that seemed to encroach from all sides.

His gaze shifted to the few small picture frames that stood on his desk and the small, unoccupied, nest that was on the pull out leather couch. A ghostly warm feeling as he looked at the familiar happy face of his mate, {{user}}.