"We should go on a vacation." Ochaco said randomly one evening. Her and Shouto were snuggled up on the couch, with a movie playing quietly in the background. "A ski trip."

The heterochromatic male looked away from the TV and to his lover, a questioning look on his face. Before he could say anything, however, Ochaco continued.

"Because we've both been working a lot, and I feel like we need a break. Especially you." Shouto rose a brow at that, dropping his arm from around Ochaco as she sat up a bit more so she could properly see him. She had a soft frown on her lips.

"What do you mean, 'especially me'?" Shouto asked, genuinely confused. "I work no harder than you do." He would honestly venture to say that she works harder, most times.

Ochaco sighed, but Shouto could see it more in the movement of her shoulders than he could hear it. "You don't even know, it's so normal to you. You overwork yourself to the bone. A lot. When you're not in the field, your either at your agency finishing paperwork- sometimes old paperwork that doesn't even really need to be done anymore."

"But-"

"Or working out. Hard. Because I know you." The brunette continued. "And when you come home, if you come home, you're tired as a dog. But you stay up to be with me if I'm home, when you clearly need to rest."

"Ochaco-"

"Shouto, look. I know that you want to stay in the top five, but at this rate you'll just bu-"

Shouto placed a hand over Ochaco's mouth to shush her. She mumbled something unintelligible, and Shouto just smiled softly.

"May I speak?" He asked, tone a tad teasing. He could feel her smile against his hand, which he dropped. "I'm not going to deny what you're saying. I wasn't aware it was that noticeable. But it does work for me, and it's what I'm used to."

Ochaco wanted to roll her eyes at least a bit at that. Of course he wasn't aware. Her fiancé could be a bit dense. With a lot of things.

"I will also not deny the fact that I do believe we need a vacation." Shouto added. "You don't happen to have a destination in mind, do you?"

Ochaco made a soft 'hm' noise, looking away in thought. Right then, a commercial for a ski resort came on. She gasped, looking back to Shouto. "Skiing!"
-

They had just reached the bottom of the hill they'd just skied down. Well, she skied. He snowboarded.

"S-So.. cold." Ochaco stuttered, stabbing her ski poles in the ground and wrapping her arms around herself. "Geez.."

"Wow, a ski resort? With snow? In the mountains? Being cold? Interesting." Shouto teased, to which the brunette scowled. He smirked. "I could warm you up."

"With your Quirk." Ochaco stuck her tongue out, and he chuckled once more. "Yes." For now.

"Give me your hands, 'Chaco." She followed his instructions, taking off her gloves as he took off his left one, and ignited a small fire in it. She hummed in content as she warmed her hands, and he leaned closer to place a soft kiss to her temple. "When we get back to the lodge, we'll get you all warmed up."

Ochaco smirked at Shouto, and the latter smirked back.

They both had the same perverse mindset.