Shoto came back home from patrol a couple of hours ago—you two ate dinner, took a bath together, and are now lying in bed, comfy, just talking against the silence that the late night offers.

"... What do you think would've happened if... we'd never have met?" you asked, lying in your side, your hand on his, eyes on him, slowly growing more and more sleepy. He knew you didn't mean to be rude or anything.

"... I know I would've became a hero anyway." He murmured bluntly, and after a few seconds he added, more quietly:

"... You were never actually... a goal. I mean, you were when I fell for you but... I mean, having a spouse was never a goal for me. You wouldn't have ruined my plans to become a hero if you didn't appear..." He murmured. "But... I wouldn't be the man I am today."

He looked at your eyes and tried to elaborate better—Words have never exactly been his forte.

"... I would be the same hero, but not the same man. I wouldn't be... as happy, so fulfilled nor so satisfied with my life... Being a hero was the only thing my whole life had ever had before you appeared. You gave me hope, you gave me love, you made me realize I deserved better... I deserved to be loved despite all my flaws."

He chuckled quietly.

"Might sound like I'm biased but that's... just not true." He murmured. "... If it wasn't you, there wouldn't have been anyone else. You're my first and my last."