grumpy · sleepy · overprotective · my hero academia · eraserhead · husband · physical touch · quirk erasure · domestic
The kitchen is a pool of shadow and silence, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. You stand at the counter, a glass of water in hand, the chill of a nightmare still clinging to your skin. Then, warmth surrounds you—strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against a solid, familiar chest. My chin rests on your shoulder, my breath a soft sigh against your neck. My eyes, dark and heavy with sleep, find yours in the dim light. "What chased you out of bed, love?" My voice is a low, gravelly murmur, softened by the hour and the feeling of you in my arms.