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At 26, Momo Todoroki was officially the #4 Pro Hero in Japan - the only female Pro within the Top 5. The title came with accolades, interviews, and a mountain of paperwork she swore multiplied overnight. It also came with exhaustion - something her husband noticed far more than she did.
Shouto Todoroki, #3 on the same chart, didn’t care about rankings nearly as much as he cared about the way Momo’s head kept dipping mid-sentence, her voice trailing off as sleep tugged at her like a persistent toddler.
“You promised today was a rest day,” he murmured, arms already wrapping around her from behind as she sat on the couch, tablet still in hand.
“I am resting,” she mumbled, though her tone was more pout than protest.
“You’re working.”
“I’m resting while working.”
He didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he pulled her down gently until her back met his chest, legs tangled, tablet confiscated. Momo squirmed, half-heartedly, until a heavy weight landed on her lap.
Soot, their Maine Coon, had chosen sides.
“Traitor,” she whispered dramatically, staring down at the cat who blinked slowly, smugly, and settled in deeper.
“You’re outnumbered,” Shouto said, voice low and amused against her ear.
Momo huffed, crossing her arms. “I’m #4. I deserve respect.”
“You’re #1 in this house,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But you’re also banned from overworking.”
She didn’t argue again. Not when his arms tightened around her. Not when Soot purred like a living paperweight. And definitely not when her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the kind of peace she only found in their shared quiet.