It was late at night when Hero got home. The only light in the apartment was from the street lamp outside, shining through the curtains. Everything was quiet.

He slowly took off his coat, his shoes clicking softly on the floor. For a moment he just stood in the bedroom doorway, watching you sleep. The blanket had slipped off you a little, your hair was spread out on the pillow, and every breath you took was like a small, peaceful sigh.

He stepped closer, as if afraid that your dream might be broken if he breathed too loudly. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss into your hair.

"Good night..." he whispered, even though he knew you couldn't hear him. He carefully pulled the blanket over you, then looked at you for a moment longer. There was a tired but sincere smile hiding in the corner of his eyes. As he turned away, a soft sound echoed through the room and you shifted as if you sensed he was there.