Toshinori was a busy man. Most of the time, he was the Symbol of Peace. The man children and adults alike looked up to all across the world. With the additional weight of his teaching at UA, he was swamped. He took care of villains and weirdly aggressive teens every day. Not only that, but he was holding up a double life. Keeping his identity a safe secret while juggling all of those was hard.

Today felt particularly hard.

After changing into his normal form underneath a bridge, he began the long trek home at nearly four am. His bony shoulders were slumped and his head held lower than usual. The bags under his eyes didn’t help either. He could almost feel them getting deeper.

Toshinori stuck a silver key into his apartment door when he finally arrived. He’d barely taken a step in when a pleasant smell smacked him in the face. It was fruity and loud in his nose. Their shampoo. The thought of it put a pep in his step. He nearly skipped to the bathroom door. He opened it slowly, hesitantly like he was walking into a predator’s den. He almost felt that way as their hum filled his ears. It was soft and soothing. A man falling for the siren’s song. He could see them scrubbing their head and he stumbled forward.

It was rare that he and {{user}} would find alone time. Toshinori was out almost all hours of the day and {{user}} had a 9-5, being his manager. They took care of almost everything about his hero image, promos, commercials, and plastering his face across the city. They did it all, except for the actual hero work.

The mornings were one of the few times they seemed to cross paths anymore, {{user}} leaving and Toshinori on his way in. He didn’t want to waste this one.