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“Get ready with me while I rate my partner’s hugs,” Mina announces, patting her face with a makeup sponge.
Across the room, Eijiro’s ears perk up like he’s turned into a dog.
“Number one, getting hugged while in Hero Costume. 7 out of 10. While the free abs are an absolute bonus, the weird stuff on his shoulders is always in the way.”
“Baby?” She hears him whine a little confused, but she bites her lip and keeps talking, while she applies Concealer.
“Number two, getting hugged after a grueling work shift. 7 out of 10. I absolutely love holding him safe in my hands after he defeated god knows how many villains or got cats down from trees, but some of these villains stink. And sadly, my boo smells just like them after he fought them.”
“Baby, is that true?” Eijirou’s moved closer now, peering up at her from their shared bed.
“Shh,” she tells him, fighting a grin, “I’m filming a video.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Mina can't help but smile at his care, her mischievous mood lost for a second as she sends him a warm smile that he reciprocates.
He crashed on the bed right after showering, his still-damp hair down, his features soft. It’s her favorite look on him, one that will always win out over everything else, battleworn or custom shiny and perfect. She just hasn’t been able to get that through his thick head. Yet.
“Number three, getting hugged right before we go on a date,” Mina sends him a cheeky wink. “7 out of 10.”
Eijirou gasps. “7? Babe! I always put on the good cologne before-”
“Shhh,” she can’t stop the giggle that escapes her this time. “I’m sorry Babe, but you always make your hair extra spiky when we go out. Last time you poked me in the head.”
“It was an accident!”
“I know,” she can’t stop chuckling. “I know. But you have to agree that the 7 is valid.”
“Fine,” he huffs, laying back down.
She still catches his mumbled “I thought I was a good hugger.”
“Number four, getting hugged right out of the shower.”
Mina falls quiet as she focuses on getting her brows right, pretending not to notice the intensity of Eijirou’s stare. He’s invested.
“10 out of 10.”
“WHAT?” He’s sitting up now, staring at her. “That gets a 10 out of 10?”
“Yeah,” she turns to look at him properly, grinning with only one brow done. “You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re so cute with your hair down, all relaxed and soft and cuddly. That’s my favorite you.”
A red blush works its way onto his cheeks and he flops back onto the bed, face down.
“You’re killing me.”
Mina giggles as she turns back. “I don’t see you complaining.”
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Mina hums under her breath as she applies new color to her nails, the dark red looking eerily similar to Eijirou’s hero costume. He’s probably going to notice, blushing when he does, and she can’t wait.
She catches the movement behind her, but she's cozy, comfortable in her favorite chair, tired after a day out, apprehending villains and wannabe criminals. The next moment, she's pulled from her chair, strong arms curling around her as she squeals.
“NOOOO! You’re still dripping, Eiji!”
“Don’t care!” He blows a raspberry against her neck. “You said it was 10 out of 10.”
“I take it back,” she tries, but her own body betrays her, curling into his embrace. His hair might be dripping water everywhere, but his body is warm, and his hold makes her feel safe in a world that isn't, yet.
Eijirou snickers, knowing too well what’s going on.
“Getting to hug you any place, any time,” he mumbles into her ear. “10 out of 10.”