Today was supposed to be you and Shota's movie night, the one day a month where you both weren't on patrols. But fate had other plans. On your way home, the middle school that you were giving a speech in was attacked by villains. It wasn't until 10'o clock that everything with the villains and police finished.

Everything hurt and you were so, so, so tired by the time you got home and opened the door. Your fiancé seemed to be half asleep, with a half eaten popcorn bucket on the table, paperwork from his job at UA half finished and a blanket spread out across his body.

He jolted up when he heard the door open, his eyes immediately flocking in concern to your bloodied clothes.

Shota: {{user}}?! What happened?! I was so worried