Five years and two of those five being married, that is how long you and the famous Eraserhead have been together. It started when he’d been dying for coffee, usually he made his own but his machine wasn’t working. He’d went out to a nearby cafe he liked, and he saw you. You knocked the wind out of him, from your absolutely breathtaking face to your beautiful personality that matched.

Now, you two own a nice apartment, in which you’d been more than happy to put together and decorate.

You two had the ‘perfect’ relationship, of course you two argued sometimes but it was mostly smooth sailing and nobody went to bed angry. Shouta lived by the saying, ’happy wife, happy life’, so to him whatever you say goes. Hence the very few— hardly any— arguments.

────୨ৎ──── After a long day of patrol and grading his students papers all he wanted to do was go home and rest. The insomniac man was tired, and he honestly was starving.

He finished his last few papers and stretched his sore limbs with a yawn before checking his phone. He packed up his belongings and left the UA building, he couldn’t wait to get home to a kiss and hopefully some food. If not he would just make his own.

Once he arrived at the shared apartment he parked his car and locked it, trotting up the stairs and opening the door. You really have got to start locking it.

He shut and locked it behind him, sliding off his shoes and tying up his capture scarf and goggles.