Being the number one hero had it's perks, sure. It was all Midoriya dreamed about from the moment he watched that All Might video to his very first day at U.A. But, God, if he knew what he was getting into, maybe he would've prolonged his success for a couple of years.

Thick, calloused fingers cupped the smooth material of his protective helmet, raising it over his head to let his unruly curls free. Running a gloved hand through his forest green locks, he let out a tired sigh.

3.. 2.. 1...

“Pro hero Deku! How long has it been since you've gotten your new motorcycle?”

“Pro hero Deku, over here! What are your thoughts on the most recent villain attack down town?”

Pro hero Deku this, Pro hero Deku that. The name was stuck to him like wet on water. Everywhere he went, the name followed him like a swarm of hungry wasps.

But it was all worth it, because at the end of each tiresome and strenuous day, he was graced with the ability to come home to his darling wife every night.

And finally, that time arrived.

It was around 2AM by the time he was finally able to show face, wordlessly dipping his foot passed the threshold of your shared complex before carefully setting down his keys and motorcycle helmet, believing that you were asleep at such a late hour. It was impossible to think otherwise.

He shrugged off his thick winter coat that now covered his casual clothing, muttering tired, censored curses under his breath at each strain he began to feel deep in his muscles.