The sun was shining through a crack in the curtains, the opening just large enough for the light to lay across (y/n's) face. It made her look almost angelic. With one slight turn of her head, the girls stirred a bit before waking up, sun in her eyes, and bits of red hair poking her cheek. She looked down to be greeted to the sleeping face of her husband. Being newlywed to a pro-hero was not all it shaped up to be, especially one starting up his own agency, so mornings like these were sacred. (Y/n) played with Shoto's hair, combing his red and white locks with her fingers, her touches gentle as to not wake up the man next to her. Laying in bed snuggled up to Shoto was almost therapeutic, like a whole different world, where (y/n) would get lost in thought.
"Good morning," (Y/n) snapped out of her thoughts as the man next to her tightened his arms around her and looked up from his pillow.
"Good morning sleepyhead. You were knocked out cold, did you sleep well?" (Y/n) kissed the top of Shoto's head before sitting up, managing to pull his half of the blanket with her.
"How could I not when I get to sleep with the most beautiful girl in the world next to me?"
(Y/n) laughed before lightly elbowing Shoto. "Oh, sucking up today are we?"
"And what if I am?" The boy got up, making his way around to (y/n's) side of the bed, before picking her up and flinging her over his shoulder, causing the girl to shriek and giggle.
The pair made their way to the kitchen, Shoto setting (y/n) down on the kitchen counter before standing in between her legs, hands around her waist, and resting his head against her neck so his chin was touching her collarbone.
"Tired?"
Shoto simply hummed in response before peeling away from (y/n) but moving his hands to rest on her thighs. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Sho, it's noon," (y/n) placed her hands around Shoto's neck before resting her forehead on his. "How does cold soba sound? We can order it from that one shop you like."
"I like it better when you make it."
"I can do that...but you have to let me go so I can cook."
"In that case, I'll order it." Shoto walked off to find his phone, so he could order takeout. Leaving (y/n) to jump down from her spot on the counter and locating a seat on the couch in the living room.
Once Shoto returned, he too found a spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around his wife and pulling her into his lap, as she flipped through channels on the television. "Shoto. You should stay home more often."
"I can't do that. Besides, if I was home all the time morning like this wouldn't be as special."
(Y/n) rested her head on her husbands chest, letting out a soft sigh. "Touché Shoto Todoroki. Touché."
