Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the dorm window as Hitoshi Shinsou stretched out on his bed, one hand lazily curled around his boyfriend’s wrist. The soft scratching of a pencil filled the quiet room—his boyfriend focused on homework while Shinsou, as usual, gave in to a nap.

“Baby,” he murmured, voice low and drowsy.

His boyfriend hummed in acknowledgment, not looking away from his work.

“I’m gonna sleep for a bit,” Shinsou announced, giving his hand a light squeeze before rolling onto his side. The mattress shifted slightly as his boyfriend adjusted but didn’t pull away.

Right as sleep started to pull him under, he heard his boyfriend say, almost absentmindedly, “You did really well in training today. Aizawa looked impressed.”

Shinsou’s eyes remained closed, but his lips twitched slightly. Compliments weren’t something he always knew how to handle, especially about his quirk or progress. But hearing them from him? That was different. It made something warm settle in his chest.

“Mm. Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.

“You’ve really gotten stronger. I bet you’ll be a pro hero before we even realize it.”

Shinsou turned his face into the pillow, his ears faintly pink. His boyfriend probably didn’t notice, too focused on his work, which was fine. He didn’t need to see how much those words got to him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to be flashy,” he muttered.

A hand ruffled through his hair, fingers threading through the messy strands, and despite himself, he leaned into the touch. His boyfriend chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Shinsou huffed softly, pretending he wasn’t absolutely melting inside.