Chapter 07
"Oi, Eraserhead, get up."
The giant yellow caterpillar on the floor twitches. It then shifts around until a face appears from it. The Underground Hero glares up at her through squinted eyes, clearly upset about something.
"Any reason for you to be here?" he grunts drily, expressing his displeasure. She scowls down at him, doesn't even bother to crouch down to his level.
"Didn't ya get the memo?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I did," he replies instantly, still with that dry grunt, still with squinted eyes.
"And why are you still here?"
"The briefing is not for another hour."
She's slightly impressed that he knows the exact time, considering he was taking a nap for who knows how long.
"Ye're being called early."
"They're pulling your leg. Don't trust Ms. Joke whenever she mentions my name, especially if she is backed up by Mt. Lady."
She freezes.
"…Fuckin' bastards."
She knew something was off when Joke looked like she was about to burst earlier. Considering that Eraserhead knew this, this isn't the first time those damn bastards lie to someone to bother Eraserhead because he is the buttend of their joke.
"Now leave me alone." He rolls over until he is facing the wall. "I'll be there on time," he says with an air of finality. She glares at the back of his sleeping bag.
Quite the lazyhead, ain't he?
Whenever he's not working, either as a Hero or as a teacher like right now, she almost always finds him in that gaudy yellow sleeping bag of his. He always takes a nap whenever he can get the chance to. Hell, whenever she ever saw him in a meeting or anything like that, he had his eyes closed and she fully believed he was taking micro naps, even for half a minute.
She shrugs before she turns on her heel and walks back out of the classroom. She'll trust him enough to be there, and then she will beat the living shit out of Ms. Joke and Mt. Lady for doing this to her.
It is strange that he still has eyebags that puts pandas to shame though.
He must be shit at taking sleep.
She shuffles out from the bedroom and groggily makes her way to the kitchen. It's one of those nights where she's craving for a glass of water. And her dumb ass forgot to prepare a bottle by the bed yesterday and now she is forced to get out of bed to sate this thirst of hers.
When she arrives at the kitchen, she instantly stops in her track just by the doorway.
She's not alone here.
"Ye're back early," she greets the occupant of the room.
"Hm," Aizawa grunts, not looking up from the paper at hand, sitting by the dining table. He doesn't have his glasses with him, so his grimace expression only makes his squinting worse. There are two stacks of paper in front of him on the table, and she doubts they are related to each other.
He usually isn't home by this time of night; typically it should be about an hour before sunrise, and that is hours away from now. So his presence here is a genuine surprise.
He's still in his Hero uniform even. He doesn't even bother changing. He arrived home and instantly got to work. She's not surprised about this, though. Not anymore, at least.
From her spot, she can see his squinting eyes are twitching. She watches as he massages the bridge of his nose before he digs his fingers into his eyes. Then, he focuses back on the paper.
She feels her chest tightens.
"Ya know I can look after Eri later, right?"
"She wants me to be there."
"She'll understand if ya can't and want to catch a break."
"I can't break her promise."
She sighs.
He's very fond of the little lady, even at the cost of his own expense.
Even Eri knows just how exhausted he is.
She walks over him, moving away from the doorway and finally into the kitchen, until she stands right behind him. He doesn't give her any attention, keeping eyes on his task. She lowers her head until she rests her cheek on top of his head.
"Ya know you can rest, right?"
"You know I can't."
She closes her eyes and releases a quiet sigh. She puts her arms around his shoulders and tightens her hold on him. She can feel him continue to write, disregarding the hug she is giving him.
She knows. She knows he can't.
He gave his reasons not too long ago, when he was on the edge of breaking down, showing her a foreign side full of desperation and undeniable vulnerability.
But that doesn't mean she stops trying. That doesn't mean she stops wishing.
She hopes he will lean onto her when he needs rest one day.
She feels his shoulders relax very slightly.
Maybe that is a start.
Maybe he'll start depending on her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!"
She's currently sprinting home at max speed. She even left before she gave the statements to the person in charge. She was gone as soon as she was informed everything was done. She hops across rooftops and lamp posts, going through shortcuts to shorten the distance as much as possible. She even has her home key ready at hand right now, clenching onto it tightly so as to not lose it.
She's late. She's very late.
She promised him she'll be home over an hour ago, and he was visibly happy that she'll be home at that time. And that man rarely expresses anything visibly.
When she sees the familiar building in the distance, one she lovingly calls home, she doubles her speed. She almost tripped a few times but she doesn't let them slow her down. When she arrives at the front door, the key sounds like it's about to snap in half when she jams it into the keyhole. She almost rips the door off its hinges from how hard and how fast she swings it open.
"I'm home!" she shouts, loudly announcing her arrival to the only occupant at home right now (a rare time where it's the only two of them at home uninterrupted).
Well, she didn't need to shout because right now said only occupant is wobbling his way down the hallway towards her. His feet are shuffling against the floor, arms swinging side to side from the way his exhausted body sways. After making sure she locked the door, she rushes over to him, haphazardly throwing her footwear off and letting them clatter all over the floor.
Instantly, as soon as she has him in her arms, she feels his entire weight onto her. She feels his body just releases all its tension, completely turning into a ragdoll under her touch. Having been in this position many times, she's already prepared for it, already braced for it. She grunts at the extra weight but there is a relieved smile on her face.
"I'm so, so sorry for bein' so late," she apologizes, voice muffled by his shoulder as she reaches up and pat his head. "It took longer than expected and I quickly rushed here as soon as it was finished." She adds. She might get chewed out by the person in charge tomorrow for going home early, but she's already no stranger to getting chewed out.
And besides, if said PIC is a POS then she can send her husband after them. He takes zero shits when anyone talks shit about his wife (he's so hot when he's protective).
"Hmmmm," Sho grumbles into her hair. The smile on her lips only gets wider as she continues to pet his hair.
Her husband can peacefully relax in her arms.
Only in her arms. Nowhere else.
It was a gradual discovery. It started as a simple hug and he would lean into her for a moment before returning back to work. But as time went on, he started to lean into her more and more and longer and longer. A big monumental achievement was when he seeked her out himself.
And before she even realized it, he was snoring away into her boobs.
It was thrilling news for both of them. Sho finally can get his deserved rest and she can finally help him with what he needs the most. Since then, every time he wants to rest the fullest, her arms and body are prepared for him.
He is still a little stubborn, though. There are times where he would stay up until an ungodly hour to finish up the paperwork. It would take a little bit of a coaxing before he would let her pull him into her arms.
The most adorable part? He'll be quite needy when he needs his rest, especially when he doesn't get it immediately. Like right now, really just slumping into her right in front of the front door because he can't bear any more second without her.
Still, they are not in the right place for him to rest.
"Come on. Let's get into a more comfortable position."
"Hrmgh."
She ignores his protesting grunts before patting his back, coaxing him to stand on his feet and remove his entire weight off her. Once he begrudgingly does (with a cute pout too), she pulls him by the hand further inside their home and towards their bedroom. The journey to the bedroom takes a while longer because her husband is too tired and quite unhappy, but she's not complaining. She bites her lips when she hears his feet dragging behind her.
He's so fucking cute when he's all pouty.
When they finally arrive at the bedroom she notices that the bed is completely untouched since the last time she was in it, which was when she woke up in the morning earlier. It means Sho must've waited for her in the living room, which is closer to the front door than the bedroom.
She barely has time getting comfortable on their bed when he suddenly dives into her arms. She chokes out a grunt at the sudden weight. Then she releases a sigh before she starts petting his hair. She feels him melt under her touch, body sinks onto her and arms snakes around her hips.
So impatient and needy.
And so fucking adorable too.
She feels her uniform begin to stick onto her skin, caused by the sweats from work earlier and from the sprint home. It's getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Knowing that her husband wouldn't listen to her right now, she tries her best to take it off as best as possible without disturbing him too much.
It's not easy taking off a skin-tight one piece and getting naked when your clingy and deceptively heavy husband is on top of you refusing to move and keeping his arms firmly around you.
It takes a lot of shimmying and wiggling but once the remaining of her uniform is off, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed without thoughts, she releases a sigh of relief. She feels her husband sinking himself further now that there is nothing between them, face pressing further into her breasts, his favorite spot really.
It's a shame that he still has his clothes on but he is too tired and sleepy to be coaxed to take them off. Just dragging him here took a lot of energy out of him.
But that's not going to stop her.
She knows it's one way to make him feel better.
"Do you want me to rub one out?" she quickly asks before he falls asleep.
"Please." She can barely hear his voice. She chuckles.
Then, she squirms down a bit, dropping a little peck on his temple on the way, until she feels his lips right beneath her ear.
Now within reach, her hand snakes down and sinks into his pants.
A familiar yet loving warmth greets her hand.
He lets out a moan directly into her ear that makes her bobtail wiggles.