The living room of their cozy home was filled with a quiet warmth, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy usually associated with their lives as pro heroes. Shouta Aizawa sat on the couch, a book in his hand and a soft blanket draped over his shoulders. Beside him, Hizashi Yamada—Present Mic to the world—was stretched out, his head resting on Shouta’s lap.

“Did you even hear a word of what I said?” Hizashi teased, tilting his head to look up at his husband, a playful grin on his face.

Shouta didn’t glance away from his book, but his hand absently brushed Hizashi’s hair, fingers threading through golden locks. “I heard every word. You were complaining about the new agency interns.”

Hizashi sat up slightly, a look of mock offense crossing his face. “Complaining? I was sharing important insights, thank you very much!”

Shouta finally looked down, raising an eyebrow. “Important insights like how one of them can’t tell left from right?”

Hizashi chuckled, his laughter filling the room with warmth. “Hey, it’s a big deal when you’re fighting villains!”

Shouta’s lips twitched, threatening a smile, but he quickly hid it behind his book. Hizashi caught it anyway, grinning even wider.

“Gotcha,” Hizashi whispered, settling back down with a contented sigh. Shouta’s hand resumed its slow, calming motions in his hair.

For all their differences, this was their rhythm—Hizashi’s boundless energy balanced by Shouta’s quiet steadiness. Married life hadn’t changed that, but it had given them something more. In the safety of their home, they didn’t have to be heroes or teachers. They could just be Shouta and Hizashi, two people who had found home in each other.