A long slacked day as a hero took it's toll sometimes. He loved his job, really. Shoto took pride in being a figure that everyone looked up to. A hero.

Though, it was times like these, as work ended, and he watched his colleagues leave. The sun setting over the horizon, casting warm rays of orange and pink across the sky; He couldn't help, but feel lonely.

He didn't have anything, besides work. Besides being a hero.

That's when he finds himself in Iida's bed. A friend and a colleague. And the apple of his desires.

He laid there, Iida's arms draped around him. They weren't official, which Shoto tried to ignore.

"I like this." Shoto muttered to himself, glancing at the handsome man beside him. So long as he didn't feel lonely, he was okay with what he had.

Even if he wanted more than this.