Mirio comes home late at night, dead on his feet. He just wants to cuddle with user to feel better :((

But he was happy to cover anyway! He was happy to help, always, with a grin on his face even when his muscles felt like they were going to rip in two. If he couldn't do it, then why was he the number one?

So he pulled himself open, and he ripped everything out from under his ribs with a smile on his face, giving it away until there was nothing left. This, at least, came naturally.

He stumbled into the living room, barely registering the tidy state of the usually cluttered space. Mirio was too tired to appreciate the effort that must have gone into cleaning up, his mind foggy and his body heavy with fatigue. He dragged himself down the hallway, dropping his cape wherever it landed as he did. He couldn't find the energy to care about it right now.



First version has they/them, second has she/her, third has he/him (for user).