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Shouta's mood had reached an all-time low when he returned from his patrol. He was already known among his students, colleagues and friends as a grumpy loner, but today none of them would have wanted to cross his path voluntarily.
It started before he even set out. When he went to put on his hero outfit, he realized that he had forgotten to put it in the washing machine again. In Hizashi's opinion, he did this far too rarely anyway, but now it would have been really necessary. Unhappy about this, but also knowing that he couldn't change it now, he put on his dirty and already smelly clothes and went on his way. The area he was supposed to patrol tonight was not far from his apartment and yet on this short walk he managed to step into a dog pile and bump his hip on a garden wall, resulting in a huge bruise. The black-haired pro-hero snorted in anger, even though there was no one to be angry at. If Hizashi had been here, he probably would have drawn Shouta's anger by making a stupid joke or even laughing at Shouta's awkwardness. He often did that when he noticed that his husband was not doing very well. The blond tried to distract or cheer him up and endured Shouta's often unjustified anger and also his cold and distant manner for years now. And he had never complained about it. Quite the contrary. He was the one who always managed to bring a smile to Shouta's face. He was probably the only person in Shouta's life who really knew him inside out and accepted him as such. This may have been due to the fact that they had known each other for over 15 years and had shared a bed for almost eight years. At the thought of his blond counterpart, a smile flitted across the black-haired man's face. He took one deep breath and then continued on his way.
When he began his patrol, it was quiet at first and he moved quietly through the streets and sometimes narrow alleys. He didn't mind quiet patrols because the less that happened, the less that could go wrong. And he had a feeling that a lot could go wrong today.
Hours passed without anything worth mentioning happening. But suddenly a scream entered Shouta's ears. And another. He turned with lightning speed in the direction from which the sounds came and hurried along the corresponding route. After only a few 100 meters, he met the trigger of the noise. An elderly lady was currently beating up a young man with her walking stick, whom Shouta was able to identify as the source of the screams. The lady didn't really hit hard, but it was apparently enough to terrify the young man. The black-haired pro-hero looked at the unequal couple uncertainly, but then decided to try to defuse the situation. But as he got closer to the mismatched pair, someone shouted "CUT!" Shouta stopped irritated and looked around. Only now did he notice several people standing a few feet away, all looking at him angrily. "Who let that idiot in here?" shouted a small man sitting wide-legged on a folding chair. Now Shouta also saw the camera and other film equipment. Was a movie being shot here right now? The little man answered the question himself by yelling at Shouta: "We are shooting a movie here. Can't you see that, you idiot?" "And what movie would that be, please? "Killergranny 5", or what?" thought Shouta, but avoided saying anything. With a clenched fist, the man walked towards him and the black-haired decided that it made more sense to retreat. He melted back into the shadows and put enough meters between himself and the weird film crew. He sighed as he felt the first drops on his skin. He looked up at the sky and raindrops fell on his face. "Really now?" cursed Shouta inwardly, looking for shelter. He quickly gave it up, though, when the rain became so heavy that he was completely soaked in seconds. His mood could not get any worse. Actually, he would have to work for another hour, but he was wet to the bone, he was cold and he was hungry and at all...... So he decided to take off work early for a change.
With a grumpy look on his face and his mood at rock bottom, he headed home.
It was 4:00 AM when he unlocked the apartment door. He did not expect that Hizashi was still awake. But to his surprise, the blond was sitting on the sofa and seemed to be expecting him. He was already wearing his sleeping clothes and stood up smiling without saying a word. He helped Shouta take off the wet clothes and without further ado took them to the washing machine. On the living room table were dry clothes for the night, which Hizashi had apparently put out. Shouta was at a loss for words. He put on the sleeping clothes and heard the blond going into the kitchen. When he finished dressing, Hizashi stood behind him with two cups of hot cocoa and handed him one of them. Shouta still didn't understand how Hizashi could practically expect him, but he gratefully accepted the cup. Of course, it was the cup with the cats on it. He drank a few sips. The warmth did his body good and he relaxed noticeably.
"Rough night?" the blond asked affectionately. Shouta nodded and took another sip from the cup.
"What do you think about if we cuddle up in bed and I warm you up a bit?" suggested Hizashi in a sensual voice. Shouta looked at the blond and smiled. He finished his cup in two more draughts, took Hizashi's from his hand and put it on the table. Then he took him by the hand and literally dragged him into the bedroom they shared. They snuggled under the covers and Shouta lay down in Hizashi's arms. He enjoyed the warmth and how Hizashi's hand stroked his hair. The blond gave him a kiss on the forehead and Shouta closed his eyes.
Before his mind drifted off to sleep, he thought to himself that as long as Hizashi was a part of his life, he would always have a home to go to. Because home is not a place, but a person.