The night was quiet, his apartment silent save for the soft pitter patter of his cat’s paws against the flooring. Every light was off, just how he liked it, and Shouta let out a soft groan as he relaxed into the sheets.

It was a rare day off, an entire day off, with no students to teach and no patrol. He had spent the entire day inside, doing absolutely fuck all. The only effort he made was cooking for himself, leaving some leftovers in his microwave for the morning.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to slip close, sleep taking him.

Shouta was content in dreamland when he heard a quiet crashing, but he brushed it off as his cat being a nuisance. He let his eyes slip shut once more.

His door creaked open, and Shouta forced his eyes to peel open, freezing at the sight that greeted him. His brows were furrowed, mouth parted in genuine shock.

Because {{user}} was standing over him, the leftovers in the vigilante’s hand, just munching on the food as they watched him. There was silence, only the sound of soft crunching and his deep breaths in the air.

“Problem child.” Shouta grumbled in greeting, sighing. Of course his little vigilante would decide to pull this shit on his day off. He would love to say he was surprised, or even angry, but this was so on brand for them.