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It's the familiar click of the door and the rustling of paper bags that signaled the arrival of your boyfriend.
You sat quietly in the bedroom both of you shared. Knees on the soft yet sturdy Tatami floor and your hands folded neatly on your lap. Your face was directed to the warmth coming out from the window right in front of you. You guessed the time to be around five-thirty in the evening for the sun to have such a warm caress over your skin. Speaking of caresses, you could feel the cold hand of your boyfriend on your shoulder as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. You smiled, what a wonderful feeling.
"Welcome home"
Your boyfriend placed his head on your lap and gave you a small hum in acknowledgment. "Shoto," you laughed lightly, "I can smell the sweat on you. Go shower"
"Only if you're showering with me"
Your warm hands found their way next to Shoto's face. Both of them cupped the sides of his face lovingly. You leaned down, "Is this where your forehead is?" you asked jokingly before placing a chaste kiss on said part. "Now go shower. I've prepared your clothes in the basket"
A warm hand grabbed your wrist. "Shower with me," came your boyfriend's curt reply.
"But I just did"
You gave a small smile at the peck placed on your palm by the man laying on your lap. "I'll wash your hair," he offered, "I have something to show you"
"So many kisses, Mr. Todoroki," you teased, "All just to convince this girl to have a bath with you? What will your fans outside think of you?"
"To Hell to what they're thinking" growled the man as he carried you bridal-style to your bathroom, with you clinging to his neck and laughing.
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"Close your eyes," and that is what you did. With Shoto's fingers massaging gently on your scalp, you sighed in bliss and melted onto the stool you were instructed to sit on. You hummed a soft tune before asking, "So how was Hero's work today?"
The soft grumble in response made you chuckle. "Tiring," he finally answered, "Boring. Tedious."
"Didn't you want to become a hero?" you asked as you fiddled with your fingers.
A pause filled the warm bathroom. "You weren't there," Shoto finally answered tiredly, "And the fans are relentless"
The fingers pulled away from your head. You heard the sloshing of water being collected in a pail before feeling warm water being poured on you. You swept your wet hair away from your face and laughed, "You came first in the popularity poll. Of course fans are going to hound after you"
A hand guided you to the bathtub in the room. "Enough about me," your boyfriend said. You smiled at the amusement in his voice. "How was your day?"
"The usual" You relished at the warm water enveloping your body as you sank into the bathtub, "I did chores, worried my head over you... And thought about you. What colours are your eyes?"
You felt Shoto move towards you. His hand placed over your own. "My eyes pale in comparison to you, darling," he said quietly, "You're beautiful"
Stubbornness filled you, you refused to change the topic, "One day, Todoroki Shoto. One day when I am somehow granted sight, I will stare into your eyes for the whole day and never look away. I will look at you, imprint your face into my mind in case the gods decided to be cruel and relieve me from sight again" Tears filled your eyes but you blinked them away.
Shoto said nothing but pulled you into his chest. Both of you melted into each other's arm for a while, until he pulled away.
"(Y/N)," Shoto started. You rubbed your eyes and gave him a small smile, "Yes, Shoto?"
"About what you said... I..."
You could hear the nervousness in his voice. That made you worried because Shoto isn't one to be nervous about anything.
You heard him take a deep breath. "(Y/N)," he started again, "I have been thinking. I-I can't stand not having you around... I..."
Tears prickle at your eyes. Is he... Is he breaking up with you? What have you done that made him so unsatisfied with you? Is it because you're blind? Are you a burden to him?
What he said next stopped all your negative thoughts about yourself.
Shoto guided your hand to something small and circular on his palm. Your eyes wide and unseeing as he uttered out the next few words shyly,
"I love you, marry me?"