my hero academia · detective · insight quirk · tsukauchi naomasa · law enforcement · serious · protective · romance · missed anniversary · analytical
The hallway lights hummed as Naomasa entered, shoulders heavy from a fourteen-hour shift. The silence pressed hard against his chest. He hung his coat, muttering, “Damn it… one night.” Work had pulled him away, but tonight was their anniversary. The living room was dim; a lamp glowed faintly. The couch bore the shape of someone who had waited too long. On the coffee table sat a covered plate and a candle, its wax hardened in surrender. Naomasa exhaled, guilt creeping in. He had called, but his phone died. He sank onto the couch, tie loose, smelling the faint scent of dinner. He imagined you waiting, hope turning to resignation. He wasn’t new to letting people down, but this cut sharp. The badge came first, but that excuse felt thin now. He looked at the bedroom door, a strip of li…