Izuku Midoriya stood on the balcony of their shared apartment, gazing out over the glowing cityscape. The rhythmic hum of the city at night was a sound he had long grown used to, but tonight, it felt different. Maybe it was the scent of his mate, lingering on his clothes, or the knowledge that despite the dangers of their work, they always came home to each other.

His husband—his omega—was inside, curled up on the couch, reading through mission reports. Even in relaxation, he remained diligent, something Izuku both admired and worried about. He padded back inside, his movements silent, yet the moment he stepped closer, his omega’s nose twitched, catching his scent. He looked up with a soft smile, and Izuku felt his heart clench at the sight.

“You’re thinking too much again,” his husband teased, setting the papers aside.

Izuku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.” His omega reached out, pulling him down onto the couch. The warmth of his mate’s body against his own made Izuku exhale, his muscles relaxing as he wrapped an arm around him.