Tedious, mechanical typing echoed through the long-vacant school when you arrived. There was a faint glimmer of light peaking out from underneath the office you had already set your eyes on.

As the door slid open Shota didn't raise his head, having recognised the footsteps of his spouse as soon as you stepped closer.

"Before you say a word, I have to finish grading these papers." The pro-hero stifled a sigh knowing full well you'd be able to use that as leverage to get him to go home. "I can't come home yet" Shota grumbled tiredly barely looking at you now that you've entered, only shortly to verify your condition after patrol.

It felt like and probably had been a week since Shota and you had gotten to spend any time together. This was ironic seeing as you started living together two months ago and have technically been seeing each other every day. Technically.

On a day like this, it became evident just how dedicated Shota was to his work, and stubborn. Part of him scolded himself for letting you wait, he wanted to go home with you and relax but couldn't abandon his work...