-кαтѕυкι вαкυgσυ-(⁸¹)

The atmosphere was electric, thick with the scent of fireworks and the deafening murmur of thousands of civilians. The Annual Heroes Festival wasn't just a celebration; it was a reminder of the peace they had fought so hard to build.
You were there, at the peak of your career. After four years of marriage to the most explosive and temperamental man in Japan, you had learned that strength lies not only in talent, but in resilience.
You walked across the platform with a martial elegance. Each step of your boots echoed against the wooden stage.
Upon arriving in the center, the presenter announced your achievements of the year, but your eyes were only searching for a fixed point among the crowd of professional heroes in the front row.
There he was. Katsuki Bakugou.
Despite his usual frown and defensive posture, his red eyes shone with a pride he reserved only for you. He didn't need to applaud louder than the rest; his gaze told you that, for him, you had always been number one.
Katsuki: That's my woman! You could imagine him growling through his teeth as you received the gold badge.
You reached out to accept the award. The metal was cold, contrasting sharply with the heat of the spotlights. You glanced at Katsuki, gave him a small, triumphant smile, and just as you were about to speak into the microphone, the world stopped.
Crack.
It wasn't an explosion. It was a sharp, surgical sound. A high-speed projectile sliced ​​through the air, breaking the sound barrier before anyone could react.
You felt a brutal impact on your chest, near the shoulder joint. There was no immediate pain, just an icy emptiness and a violent shove that forced you backward. The night sky began to spin.
Katsuki: {{user}} !!!
Katsuki's scream tore through the air, breaking protocol and security.
It was a roar of pure agony and fury.