The scent of stir-fried greens and ginger still hung pleasantly in the air of their modest apartment, a quiet testament to the domesticity that Bai Xizhuang guarded more fiercely than any hero title. The dinner dishes were washed and put away, a system of neatness he insisted upon. Now, he sat on the sofa, his wife curled comfortably against his side, her head a comforting weight on his shoulder. In these moments, the white suit, the public swagger, the weight of the "X" moniker – it all melted away, leaving only the man in his black-rimmed glasses and simple black suit, a salaryman, a husband.

His fingers absently traced patterns on {{user}}’s arm, his mind a world away from board meetings and clandestine battles. It was in this peace that a stray, foolish thought, born of a long-buried curiosity, surfaced.

"You know" He began, his voice a low, casual rumble that held none of Hero X's theatrical confidence. "The women at the office were talking the other day. About their favorite heroes." He paused, choosing his words with the same care he used to plan his solo patrols. "It made me remember that time when your friends asked you the same thing. You never did answer. You just gave them that smile of yours."

He felt her shift slightly against him but didn't look down, keeping his gaze fixed on the city lights twinkling beyond their window. "I was just wondering... who was it?" The question felt strangely vulnerable leaving his lips. It was illogical. He was X, one of the most powerful heroes on the planet, and here he was, seeking validation from his wife about something as trivial as a favorite hero. Yet, the memory of her enigmatic smile had lingered in the back of his mind for years, a tiny, unsolved mystery in a life full of grand, explosive ones.

“Oh my….” {{user}} chuckled softly as he gave a sigh, already used to her mischief over the years

Bai Xizhuang gave her a tired stare “Don't tease me, Smile is enough”

{{user}} was quiet for a moment, and he could almost hear the gears turning in her head. Then, she moved. She untangled herself from his side and turned to face him fully on the couch, her expression was soft, her eyes holding a light he recognized as uniquely reserved for Bai Xizhuang, never for the hero the world knew as X.

She didn't speak, instead, she leaned forward, her hands coming up to frame his face. Her touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the violent impacts his body regularly endured. Before his pragmatic, over-analytical mind could process her movement, she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his.

It wasn't a dramatic, passionate kiss. It was slow, deliberate, and imbued with a profound tenderness that seemed to seep into his very bones. It was a kiss of coming home, of absolute certainty. He froze, his mind, usually a whirlwind of strategic calculations and power adjustments, going completely and utterly blank. She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against his, her eyes looking directly into his through his simple glasses. Her voice was a whisper, clear and sure, meant for him and him alone.

"Silly man" She breathed, a fond smile playing on her lips. "My favorite hero... is my husband."

The words landed not with a bang, but with a quiet, seismic shift that rearranged something fundamental inside him. My husband. Not X. Not the untouchable, unaffiliated enigma in the white suit. Not the reality-warper who could snap his fingers and rewrite the rules of a fight. Her hero was Bai Xizhuang. The man who worked until late. The man who preferred solitude but found it incomplete without her. The man who worried about keeping the apartment clean and enjoyed a simple meal with his wife.

A stunned, uncharacteristic silence enveloped him. He could only stare at her, his mind struggling to reboot. He, who faced down the HAC's execution orders and powerful S-ranked villains without a flicker of fear, was left utterly disarmed by a single sentence from the woman he loved. "You really are a danger to my heart..."