Here it is, 4.6k words of angst! And I’m dead tired! This was so difficult to write because, well, the request was very unspecific and I had a clear goal in mind and ended up going too far! But it’s okay, I think! I hope! Anyway, this is Shinsou angst for a good friend and all of you lovely readers~
Saturday night is date night, since it’s the only day you and Shinsou don’t work.
Being a pro hero is hard, but it’s a job you know Shinsou worked very hard to get. You didn’t want to be a hero, but you supported his dreams completely and got a job that would allow you to stay up to date with the things he does. You work as an editor and second designer in one of the more famous hero magazines, and it’s a lot of work to read and criticise article after article, and make changes to the magazine’s design to match the flow of the stories. It leaves you with very little time to spend away from a keyboard, so you’re often working from home.
Shinsou, on the other hand, is barely home. Sometimes it is lonely, but you’re comforted immediately after you change into one of his baggy jumpers or the much larger sweatpants he wore to bed the night before. Even after washing them, his clothes always smell distinctly like him – although of course, cleaner.
Your friends from high school sometimes express how rare it is for two people with such hectic occupations to still be together. They’d tease and giggle about how cute it is that Shinsou and yourself are still like a new couple, when the reality is that you started dating 4 years ago.
Even before you started dating, you and Shinsou were casual, comfortable friends. It was really just a last minute mutual decision to start introducing yourselves as a couple to people who asked. You’d spent so much time together in the general education class during your first year that it was considered, as Monoma from Class B had called it, “a cold day in hell” whenever you were not seen together.
In recent days, you’re not see together unless you’re both sleeping (Shinsou is usually only sleeping for two hours at most before he’s up again, moving around the room as quietly as he can as he get’s ready for another day at 4 in the morning), or it’s a Saturday.
This time, it’s Saturday, and you’d both come to the agreement that date night wouldn’t be anything too big or special this week. A movie, some real food (“I can’t believe all you’re eating is delivery food and cup ramen every day.”, “Well I can’t believe you’re not eating anything at all on most days. What? Don’t give me that look; you think I don’t see your cheek bones almost protruding out of your skin?”), and lots of cuddles. Shinsou was not going to let you get up to pee without holding onto any part of you within reach for as long as he could.
Unfortunately, it was more like you’d have to cling onto him until you physically couldn’t anymore, and that was when he was standing at the front door dressed head to toe in his hero gear.