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You were so glad that it was Friday. You’d taken the day off, that meant you had a long weekend. And goodness knows you needed it. You ran a large hero supply store. It was quite a demanding job. Being the big boss, you didn’t get days off a lot. But the department of health and labor had cracked down, forcing you to take weekends and vacation days. It didn’t matter if you ran the company, you needed to take care of yourself too.
You paced around your apartment. Your husband, Shouta Aizawa, was at his teaching job. So you were alone. Honestly, it was nice having you time.You loved your husband dearly, and wished you two were able to spend more time together. But you needed your own time, too. Or else you’d go nuts!
You spent the morning cleaning, it was surprisingly nice. After taking care of a large store, doing housework was a cinch. And being able to take your time brought you much needed peace. You put on a CD, humming along to the lyrics. Your bobbed your head to the beat. Slowly you began to dance along as you cleaned the bathroom. It started with shoulder swaying, then moving your cleaning brush in time with the music.
You used the broom as a dance partner as you swept the kitchen. Dramatically posing as you hit intense points in the song. Your mind imagining a whole audience sprawled in front of you. You spun around and shook your hips, sweeping the dirt into a pile. Calming down just long enough to get the grime into the dust pan and toss it in the trash.
You used the mop as a microphone. Trying not to slosh water around too much. The last thing you wanted was for Shouta to come home to a bigger mess. With both of you being so busy, it could be hard to clean as thoroughly as you wanted. But since you were being forced to take days off, you finally had the opportunity to do some proper housekeeping. As well as surprise your husband. It wasn't an opportunity you got often, so you wanted to take advantage of it.
You decided to use your quirk to help with dusting. It was sort of like telekinesis. But not as flashy. You gave things wings, and could control where they went. It wasn't extremely helpful for much. But you found it useful for getting stuff off and onto shelves. You just glad you could control multiple items at once.
You gave a few spray cans of furniture polish wings. Along with rags to follow behind them. You took a can and a rag yourself. You had the objects moving around you to the beat. Like the dishes in the Sword in the Stone movie. You decided to push it, and get the vacuum going too. The more you had control over, the harder it was to concentrate. But you really wanted to get the house clean and tidy before Shouta got home.
Once that all was done, you went around and touched all the objects that weren't where they were supposed to be. A few dozen objects flew into the air. Again, you danced as they swirled around you. Singing loudly and badly to the music. You picked up a few more objects as you spun. Trying to place everything where it was supposed to go.
Your heart leapt as you spun straight into a pair of arms. Shrieking, everything lost its wings and fell out of the air. You stared straight up into the beautiful, amused eyes of your husband. He was giving you a mischievous smile. Your face filled with heat. You just knew he'd caught you goofing off.
"Looks like I have one more criminal to catch today. - You’re under arrest for being too cute," he teased, taking your hands in his. "Put your hands where I can hold them.”
You laughed nervously. "Welcome home, Shouta, I didn't hear you come in."
He kissed you chastely, then went to the stereo. "I would suppose not. You got this so loud. The neighbors are going to hate us."
You rolled your eyes, but smiled. You started to go back around and touching the things that slipped your quirk. "Now you're just being dramatic. How was your day?"
"Nothing special. Had to separate Bakugo and Midoriya, again," he groaned, sitting on the couch. He watched your every move, you could feel his eyes on your back. "We caught a petty thief when I was on patrol. So it was rather uneventful. You look like you've been busy. - I thought you were told to take it easy."
You shrugged, not looking at him. "I'm fine. Just tired. With All Might's retirement, I've had to take extra security measures. It's just going to take getting used to. I promise, I didn't over do it."
"You're pushing the limits of your quirk. Hire a security team. You don't have to take it upon yourself to control all fifty security cameras." Shouta's eyes bore into your back.
You knew he was upset with you. You'd had to personally give wings to all the store security cameras, and check every single nook and cranny yourself. Crime was getting worse. It got taxing. Along with never having taken any day but holidays (when you shut the store completely) off, you were forced to for your health.
When you looked over your shoulder, Shouta's mouth fell into a flat, disapproving line. "How much have you used your quirk today? Your nose is bleeding."
You put a hand to your nose, pulling away to find blood. You gasped, you hadn't even noticed. "I didn't even -"
Shouta took your other hand gently. "Let's go clean you up."
You sat on the lid of the toilet while Shouta hunted through the medicine cabinet. You felt like a child who'd been caught drawing on the walls. Finally, he turned to you. He had a cotton ball in one hand. In the other was a rag.
Silently, your husband wet the cloth. He crouched to your level, but avoided your eyes as he wiped away the blood. Then he shoved the cotton up the side of your nose that was bleeding. Shouta stared at you, still crouching.
"I yell at you because I love you, you know," he said finally. "I can't have you go and do stupid things."
You sighed, eyes dropping to your lap. "I know. I'm sorry. I just really wanted to surprise you."
"The dancing was enough." You caught the smile, and teasing in his tone. "I just want to know you're still going to be in one piece when I get home."
Shouta kissed your forehead, then stood and offered you his hand. You took it, and followed him back to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling your against him tightly.
"So what did you have in mind for movie night?" His voice rumbled under your ear. "We're both finally home early on a Friday after all."
You smiled to yourself. Butterflies paraded through your stomach. You were so glad that he'd remembered. This was a tradition you'd had while dating. You couldn't remember the last time you two were able to have movie night while you were married. Even your honeymoon was cut short on account of a villain attack.
But you had something a little different in mind. You trapped his face in your hands and kissed him, roughly. Deeply. Slowly. You smirked, "I was thinking, if I was under arrest - Why don't you do something abo -"
He smacked the back of your head. You groaned, to which Shouta grunted in response. "Behave. You strained too much for that today. Now pick a movie."
"Alright," you groaned, curling back into his side.
"Maybe tomorrow," Shouta said quickly, you almost didn't catch it. Your face grew hot. But you could help as you smiled to yourself, and began throwing out suggestions. Most of which were immediately shot down. Finally, you ended up with the movie you'd seen on your first date.
This lead to you and your beloved reminiscing about old memories. The beginning of your relationship. The beginning of your marriage. He remembered things you didn't think he had. This flooded you with more warmth and happiness than you felt you could contain. You couldn't wipe the dopey grin off your face.
You both fell asleep on the couch. Contentedly. Happily. Lovingly. You woke up briefly, and gave Shouta a kiss on the cheek. Immediately settling back into the warmth with one thought on your mind; it was going to be nice having days off.