A long, warring day has passed once again. Every muscle in your body was sore, and it felt as if your bones were groaning in protest with every step your tired limbs took. Katsuki and Eijiro followed behind, the exhaustion of the day etched onto their faces. Your fingers fumbled with the keys for a moment, before you unlocked the door of your shared apartment.

The time on the microwave read "11:30". You sat on a stool near the kitchen island, resting your head on the cool marble for a bit. The apartment was still dark, aside from the small overhead light in the kitchen which provided a sufficient amount of brightness to see. Eijiro had trotted into the kitchen, looking for something to eat while Katsuki took off his shoes, following behind the redhead. You slumped your shoulders, enjoying the quiet and their comforting presences.