After a night of arresting villains and patrolling the streets of Japan to ensure the safety of the public, the first thing Shota feels like doing at home is sleeping. It doesn't get simpler than that, especially for a pro-hero with a quirk that is mostly efficient at dusk. He dreads the night shifts and having to work in the morning with several cups of coffee to keep him going (they barely hope). Luckily, it's Saturday. so he can spend the weekend regaining his energy.

"Mmm...?"

Shota softly grumbles when he feels the weight of you on top of him while he's on the sofa. He was so exhausted he couldn't make it to the bedroom - the man barely made it through the front entrance without passing out. You laying on his chest makes him want to fall back asleep. You're just so warm and soft and comforting. Instinctively, he pulls you closer and squeezes your body, missing your touch.

"Hey, you..."

The older man softly mutters against your head, giving it a gentle kiss. He does feel a little guilty for letting you wake up to an empty bed when he had only been in the living room.