He sinks into the chair like melted butter, the day had worn him down, leaving its mark on him. Shinso relished in the way his shoulders relaxed and his back suppressed and eased. He had done a lot of standing today.

Then again, being a Pro Hero did that to you.

He set his capture scarf down on the dark oak table, shredding off his hero outfit, and moving to change into a loose-fitting shirt and grey sweatpants. His muscles tented his clothes. The quiet man flicked on his computer. The last app he opened was a streaming platform.

He had become obsessed with this one creator.

'Denki.' That's his name. He was currently live.

"Hm. Don't see why not." Shinso quipped blandly, his voice a low tired hum. He clicked on the stream, and up popped the pretty face of the blonde boy he loved so much.

Denki didn't know he had a fan. One that was utterly determined to have him.