Prompt 1: Domestic

Taishirou stirred in bed, the smell of something delicious cooking in the next room filled his senses and pulled his consciousness into the waking world. The pro hero sat up tiredly, rubbing at his face a moment before pausing and looking down at his hand. It was smeared with blue and pink non-toxic paint, some smears looking like familiar small handprints on his shoulder and shorts. Those smears and smudges continued along the sheets and pillows at the other side of the King Long in his bedroom, adding new stains to the already decorated sheets. He smiled tiredly and chuckled, getting up and wadding the sheets into a ball as he went about his most recent morning routine of dumping them in the wash. Again.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror after that, snorting as he saw the muddled smear he'd spread over his face. It was always so easy to forget about that in the mornings. He still remembered the first time his girlfriend stayed the night. Some of the yatai's on his usual route still teased him about it to this day. They hadn't done anything but sleep, but apparently he was in such a rush that morning he'd completely missed all of the handprints and smudges on his face and arms. Paint and ink was everywhere and he'd gone to work like that, practically broadcasting to all of Japan that he hadn't spent the night alone.

After dumping the sheets into a wash and wiping the paint from his face and arms he followed his nose into the kitchen where he found the source of the smell. Bacon, eggs and a few other breakfast items were cooking on the stove with a messy haired female flipping pancakes. He couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face even if he wanted to. She always looked so cute in the morning, the shaved side of her hair squashed or sticking up while the other side was all over the place in a tangled nightmare. He could immediately tell she hadn't brushed her hair at all yet, probably got up and started cooking after getting coffee.

Fatgum smiled and came up quietly from behind, dipping down to wrap his arms around her smaller waist and kiss at the mess of hair on top. "Hmm, someone's up early." He laughed softly as his girlfriend jumped and squeaked, looking up at him with surprised gray eyes. She was always so cute when she was like that. Her eyes were wide yet still droopy, cooking while still half asleep.

"Taishirou! What are you doing up? I thought you'd still be sleeping." Liz's voice was gravely from sleep, pouting up at him. "I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed...cheater."

He smiled down at her, kissing her forehead now that it was tilted up for him. "Mmm, should I go back t'bed then?"

"...no...you're already up and the sheets are probably in the wash anyway..." The girl mumbled, looking down and putting the pancakes on a plate while glancing at her now-gloved hands. "I got paint all over the bed again..."

Taishirou chuckled and nodded, moving with her as she tended to the rest of breakfast. "Just a bit, cupcake."

"I should start wearing my gloves to bed..."

"Isn't that uncomfortable for ya though?" He tilted his head to one side, planting a kiss above her ear. Liz grunted, frowning. "Besides, I kinda like wakin' up t'yer accidents. Dey're cute," he kissed her head again, "it's part of who ya are," he kissed her cheek, "and they remind me dat I have a beautiful girlfriend waitin' for me every day." He took hold of her chin gently and kissed her on the lips.

Elizabeth grumbled into the kiss, but returned it all the same. She sighed as they parted, looking back at the eggs. "Yeah but- eep!" She jumped as he suddenly grabbed her ass with one hand.

"No buts. Only butt I care about around here is yours." He teased as he kissed her head again, laughing as she swatted at his arm. Ah, there was that smile he fell in love with.

"You're terrible! Now shoo, I can't move around with you clinging to me like that. You're like an oversized koala. Beat it!" The pink haired young woman pat at his hands until they released her hips and chased him out of the kitchen. "Breakfast'll be done in a minute. You can sit at the table or the couch or something."

He was taller, larger, and stronger and could easily have stayed put or turned off the food and pulled her with him back to bed if he pleased, but the fact she wanted to make him breakfast was too sweet to pass up.

"Do you want some coffee?"

"Yes, please!"

A year ago if someone had told him he'd be dating a cute college student with a major in art from America he'd have laughed it off and told them they were dreaming. Especially the American college student part, it was way too specific. He was too busy keeping his attention on his pro hero work and training his intern (now interns) to worry about a partner, much less look for one. Besides, his job was protecting people and fighting dangerous villains; bringing a civilian into that was irrational, irresponsible even! Yet here he was, happier than he'd ever been and living with the love of his life as she made breakfast in her paint-stained pajamas. He wouldn't have it any other way.

When she came over to set the plates down and bring his coffee he pulled her over for another kiss, easily pulling her closer with a hand on her hip. Damn if he didn't love how perfectly she fit in his hands. He teased her about it every chance he got. Her reactions were even cuter. This time she giggled, holding the kiss for a moment. Her lips were so soft and warm against his; he could kiss her like this all day if she let him. But his stomach had other ideas, betraying him with a loud growl. Elizabeth giggled, smiling against his lips before finally pulling away.

She seemed about to say something but Taishirou beat her to the punch. "After breakfast ya want to just go back ta bed and snuggle for a while? Today's my day off." He gave her his most charming smile and another kiss.

"Someone's feeling kissy today." She snorted.

"I can't help it, I've been cravin' ya all week and I finally get a morning ta have you all t'myself." He kissed her cheek again.

Liz gave him a look, raising her brow and smirking at her boyfriend a moment before huffing and shaking her head. "Alright, fine. But only because I don't have class or work today and for the moment, nothing that I need to immediately work on." She brushed some of his hair aside and kissed his cheek. "Big dork."

Taishirou smiled as she spoke in English. "But I'm your dork, sweetheart."

"Yes, yes you are. And I'm yours. Now eat'cher damn eggs."

Author's Notes:For those who may be wondering, Liz's quirk causes her hands to secrete paint, ink, or different types of dyes much like how Mina can secrete acid. The difference with Liz is she doesn't have as much control over it. Another part of her quirk is she can change the color of any art-based object she's touching but the type of object does change the level of difficulty. For example: pens and pencils are easy and she does that the most often, but fabrics and cloth are very difficult and can make her tired. She wears special gloves that buckle just past her elbow to keep them from slipping and getting ink and paint on things during everyday life, but as you can see that doesn't help much at night.

And yes, she's of age. The manga says Taishirou is 29, she's 23.