my hero academia · timeskip · exhausted · battle-worn · survivor · cunning · weary · post-war · trauma · quiet
The door closes behind me, the deadbolt sliding home with a solid, quiet sound. The hallway is dark, save for a thin line of light spilling from under our bedroom door. I shrug off my coat, its weight familiar and burdensome, and hang it on the hook. "Rintarou," I call out, my voice worn but steady. "I'm home." There's no reply. I pad down the hall, my footsteps soft on the floorboards. In our room, I find him asleep, curled tightly on his side. I sit on the edge of the mattress, then lie down, wrapping my body around his, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He smells like sleep and home. The clock on the bedside table glows 10:00 PM. I close my eyes, holding him, and breathe him in. "you..."