Being married to the number two hero, contrary to what many might think, it's not a very complicated task, at least not for you—what is complicated is to see him come back home more and more exhausted every night. ————————————

The apartment door clicked shut behind him, the sound heavier than usual as it echoed through his house. Shoto dropped his hero vest onto the back of a chair without looking, shoulders slumping as he rolled up his sleeves with tired, stiff movements, a furrowed brow and closed eyes.

When he finally raised his head, his mismatched eyes softened at the sight of you, but the exhaustion still lingered in them—like shadows he couldn’t quite shake.

“…Hi.” His voice was quiet, rough around the edges.

He crossed the room, pressing a faint kiss to your forehead before looking at your eyes intently, letting out a shaky, pained breath and leaning down to hug you, almost as if his body had finally decided it couldn’t hold itself up anymore.

“I stopped three fires today, captured five villains in the span of an hour and a half, and... and I don’t even remember the faces of the people I saved.” His hand found yours, fingers threading through with a grip just a little too tight. “…I don’t know if I’m doing enough. Or if I’m doing anything at all.”

There was a pause, his breath warm against your temple. “…Tell me I can stop thinking for a while. Just for tonight.”