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Pro hero! Tamaki Amajiki Domestic Fluff.

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Also I didn’t know if you wanted HC’s or a fic? I’m a big dumb idiot so here’s a shitty Drabble.

It was common that you found yourselves like this. His head in your lap after a long day, your left hand carding your fingers through his hair, your wedding band cool against his scalp. He was generally tired when he got home— emotionally and physically. Tamaki wasn’t one for being in large crowds of people, but his job did require that of him every once in a while. He wasn’t tired, but his eyes were closed, pleasant little breaths falling from his parted lips. “So cute,” You would tease to which he’d sleepily smile, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. “Long day?” You’d inquire with a cock of your head, and he hummed softly in response.

“Terribly,” He’d reply, hand resting on your thigh. “I feel better being with you, though— I don’t like all of those other people,” Tamaki murmured absentmindedly, raising a hand to gently grasp your wrist. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss onto your knuckles. “I missed you.” He said, still holding onto your hand, fingers skimming over your gold ring.

“It’s only been a day, Tamaki,” You told your husband with a soft laugh, your free hand resting on his ribs. “But I missed you too,” A grin crossed over your lips, realizing just how content you were. If someone back in your U.A. days were to tell you that you’d marry one of the big three, Tamaki Amajiki, you would’ve asked what kind of drugs they were on. But now, you honestly couldn’t remember what life was like without him. You didn’t want to. “I love you.” He was well asleep by now, soothed by the warmth of your lap.