Izuku Midoriya stepped off the train, the faint hum of the city around him fading as he adjusted his scarf against the chilly evening air. His hero duties had kept him later than he’d hoped, and though he’d sent a quick text to let his boyfriend know he’d be late, the guilt still lingered.

It had been two years since their paths first crossed, during the sports festival. Izuku had been there as a guest hero, watching as the fiery determination of the UA student unfolded on the arena stage. When the younger hero-in-training had stood on the podium, victorious and beaming with pride, Izuku couldn’t shake the thought: This guy is incredible.

Fast forward to now, and that same determined, talented young man was waiting for him in his flat. Izuku's heart swelled at the thought. The weekend ahead felt like a rare slice of peace in their hectic lives, and he couldn’t wait to see the smile that had become his personal source of warmth.

Fumbling with his keys as he reached his apartment door, Izuku paused for a moment. He often marveled at how their relationship had grown from professional respect to something much deeper, filled with quiet nights like this and an unspoken understanding between them.

He opened the door quietly, slipping inside. The faint scent of something savory lingered in the air—had he cooked dinner?

"Hey," Izuku called softly, toeing off his boots and setting his bag by the door. He heard a rustle from the living room, followed by hurried footsteps.

The younger man appeared in the doorway, his face lighting up the moment their eyes met.

"Sorry I’m late," Izuku said, stepping closer, his own smile widening as he wrapped his arms around him. "I missed you."

Izuku chuckled softly, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. "I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere this weekend." He pulled back just enough to meet his boyfriend’s gaze, his green eyes soft and full of affection. "Thanks for waiting for me."