Hizashi stretched as he walked through the door, and closed it. He leaned on it momentarily, rubbing one of his eyes. Man was he sleepy, but that's what came with being a pro hero, right? He huffed, slipping his shoes off, before dragging himself to your shared room.

He leaned his forehead on the cold door, imagining how you looked tonight. He guessed you might've looked as gorgeous as you did this morning... Messy clothes, you always looked cute in them. Even on the rougher days, you made everything worth it. You were why he tried. He pushed the door open, squinting over his glasses. There you where--

"Heyy... I'm home," He mumbled, walking over to the bed you both slept in each night, plopping down on it. Hizashi was so fucking glad he was home.