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Nothing could hold back the excitement you felt as you settled into bed. As you lay, waiting for your husband to return from his long-lasting shift.
His hero work pained you at every single second you had to wait, but it was worth it in the end. The way he collapsed into bed, sprawling you into his arms, whispering about his day and pecking your forehead with his sweet chaste kisses, was so worth it.
Your husband, Red Riot, who was hastily making his way home to you, his wife, who waited patiently for his arrival.
You stared attentively at the clock, then glanced at your picture of the two of you, smothered in the snow, with warm looks on your faces but blue noses.
You pondered on the possibility of Eijiro having a different career, a less dangerous one. You wondered about how your life would be if your husband wasn’t Red Riot, but rather just Eijiro Kirishima.
Late at night, random thoughts would spur at you, making you curious as to what your life would be like if it wasn’t for certain decisions. However, you didn’t regret one single thing.
From accepting his marriage proposal to sharing your affection, to holding intimate moments between the two of you, you didn’t regret any decision related to your love for him.
Your husband meant the world to you, and you meant the entire universe to him.
You could hear the jiggling of keys, the door being pushed open, shoes being shoved to the side and a rapid dash headed straight to where you were.
You turned to stare straight at the door, where you saw a broad-shouldered figure, stand at the door, peeking inside to catch your eyes open, in which they were.
As soon as you both locked eye contact, he let out the heaviest exhale and moved closer to you, with his arms stretched out.
You glanced up and down, your eye pointing to his clothes, where he shot you a puzzled look. Swiftly looking down, he realised he was still dressed in his hero uniform.
As he quickly turned his attention back to you, he shot a look of sadness, you didn’t even need to mumble a noise to show him you weren’t budging.
He sighed, scrambling to take off the heavy costume, then quick to squirm under the blanket next to you.
With a smile brighter than anyone else’s and eyes that beamed so brightly, it felt like a source of light, he moved closer towards you.
“How was your day, hun?” He asked, reaching for your hand underneath the covers as you lay back down, with Eijiro following you.
You found it more than sweet, that he always asked about you.
“Long and tiring, the bus was so annoying.” You groaned, rolling your eyes in remembrance of how you hated the bus so much. He was very much used to your grown hatred towards the bus and sympathised with you a lot.
“You know, I am going late tomorrow, would you like me to drop you off tomorrow morning to work?” He asked politely, watching your eyes ponder on the question.
You didn’t have a driving licence, not yet at least and Eijiro always left extremely early for hero training or would leave late from a very tiring shift the night before.
“No, thank you. It’s fine, you’ve had a long day, you need your rest.” You reassured him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek to comfort him. He gives you a worried look, a look that states, I will take you if you want me to, but you swiftly brush that aside, reasserting that you are fine.
“Now, how was your day?” You inquired, giving him a soft smile, with your eyes half closed as they started to sting from how tired you were.
He gives you a look, an inquiring look as he focuses on how tired you know are slumped, with your eyes open by only a few centimetres, how you’re accidentally giving him your “I’m too tired to even process what you look like” look.
He pushes his hand to softly hold your cheeks up, gently pushing your face upwards to form a smile on your face. He sneaks a little giggle out as you slowly start to lose all your posture and slither back into a sleeping trance.
You were beyond tired and you could tell, but he was well aware that if he didn’t tell you about his day, even if you were half asleep, you would beat yourself up about it.
You were an overthinker, on the tiny things rather than the actual huge issues. However, he was slightly different. He was just an overthinker.
You smiled to yourself as he whispered about his day, muttering about how he struggled to tackle one villain down but snatched him down eventually. He spoke about how he gobbled down the most delicious beef with noodles that screamed perfect to his taste buds.
The last thing that you heard was him speaking ever so softly about how he missed you and his voice was far too soothing to just stay awake. You nudged yourself closer to him effortlessly as you started to quickly slip in and out of sleep.
You felt a weight being lifted and then a huge dip close by you on the mattress as you were pulled into muscular arms.
It felt perfect.
You had fell asleep, snoozing in your husband’s protective, sweet embrace, just like every night.
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A constant buzzing of your phone as notifications started to flood your phone is what moved your groggy body to snatch the phone and peer at what was disturbing you.
The crack of dawns light sneaking through your curtains and peeking at you.
You spotted one notification stating “RED RIOT AFTER FIGHT EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW!!”. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you, as you peered to the side to check your husband was still asleep, which he was.
Now slipping your earbuds in and pushing the volume up, you listened attentively as you watched your husband push back from the scene.
“Pro Hero Red Riot!!” The interviewer called, waving their arm around profusely to try and catch Red Riot’s attention, which they successfully did.
“Hey!” Red Riot grinned at the camera, and then at the interviewer.
“That was one tough fight!” The interview furrowed their eyebrows, glancing at Red Riot and observing his face, as you were doing as well. He looked rather hesitant as he rubbed his now scruffy hair in the video.
“Yeah. But the main thing is that he's down now and can no longer cause any more harm.” He reassured, displaying his familiar grin that stirred butterflies.
“I must say we have been seeing more action from you. Is there anything dangerous going on?” The interviewer questioned, raising an eyebrow, which led to Red Riot glancing at her.
“Nope, I am just trying to stay on top of protecting the civilians.” He placed his hands on his hips, closing his eyes and flashing an even bigger grin as he faced the camera.
He is so pretty.
“That is wonderful. However, we don’t exactly see you hang out with any of the other pro-heroes now, unless it's work-related. We don’t even see you outside anymore in casual clothes!” The interviewer claimed and she was right.
Kirishima was always getting calls from his agency, these past weeks have only consisted of seeing Red Riot and an occasional exhausted Eijirou moments.
“Ah yeah. But everyone gets busy with their work and I still see all my friends every day!” He responded cheerfully, his eyes full of admiration for his friends.
“I see. What about your wife? She must be waiting for you at late hours every day for your arrival.” You watched as the mic had been pushed at Red Riot eagerly, for an answer to a question that he bit his lip at.
Kirishima had hummed, listening to what the interviewer's next words were. He was ready to defend you as he wouldn’t take any negative words directed towards you. However, watching the video, you were sure the interviewer would just ask to see if you had gotten agitated at this.
“She must be pretty upset that her husband spends more time at work than with her? Am I right?” The interviewer questioned, creasing their eyebrows and leaning towards Red Riot, pushing the mic more intensely in his face for an answer.
“Well, I hope that if she was, she would tell me. I want her to come to me if she has a problem with the amount of hours I spend working. Although, I am very aware that she is completely fine with my shift hours as she’s at work at roughly the same times as me.”
“She works?” The interviewer questioned and you could see the look of shock. You weren’t sure why but the media had suspected that you were a stay-at-home wife, but you worked your heart away for your career.
“Yes. My wife works in an industry and she’s fantastic at her job.” Red Riot responded, trying to seem discreet with any more information about your job. He still tried to keep your identity a secret until he was truly comfortable, along with you being comfortable to tell the media who you were.
“Then clearly it must be hard for the two of you to spend quality time with each other. As you both come back home, presumably too tired to spend quality time together. How are you two coping?” The interviewer scrutinised Red Riot’s thinking expression, as he started to think of the most perfect answer, which was also truthful.
“She’s coping incredibly, so am I. She’s truly wonderful. She’ll come off work and she’ll make me or order me my favourite food. She’ll lay my clothes out on the bed, she’ll even turn the heating on!” He lifted his hand as he spoke with such admiration towards you, his devotion and love to you was always showed in any form he could think of.
“Sounds like she does a lot.” You carefully examined your husband’s facial features to change, to a much more admiring gaze.
“She does and I am beyond grateful to be blessed with someone like her.” He thanked, smiling at the thought of you so sweetly and it made you once again, grow a deepening heated red on your cheeks.
“Do you ever think she’ll get tired of your late arrivals?” The interviewer questioned, once again, pestering Red Riot for a response.
“I hope not! Talking about late arrivals, I should be heading off to her now.” He nervously spoke, rubbing his hands and taking a few steps back, ready to head back home to you.
“Thank you Red Riot.” The interviewer smiled gratefully and you were glad that this interviewer at least had the courtesy to give your husband even a little space.
“Thank you! Have a good night.” He responded, before dashing behind and racing down the street. For a split second, you could see those eager eyes of his crimson pupils gleaming, the same eyes that draw towards you when he wants to give you any sort of affection.
“That was Pro-Hero Red Riot at Central City, thank you for watching.” The interviewer had ended there, your screen growing black as you kept your eyes peering at it.
Your husband was beyond perfect, because he tried for you, he tried his hardest. You tilted his arms slightly, pushing and pecking his cheeks with a delicate kiss.
You scrambled in his arms for another moment until you were comfortable again, letting your eyes close so you could savour this content moment with your beloved, Red Riot, known as Eijirou Kirishima, your husband.