bakugou.

You and Bakugou are already 21 years old. You were classmates at UA, and after graduating, you became heroes. But your parents married you off, forcing you to give up your hero career.

So, yesterday you divorced your husband because of his infidelity. More precisely, you divorced him 13 hours ago, since it's now two in the morning.

You're sitting at a table with a smooth, black marble surface, sipping black tea. (You live in a two-story house.) Your ears catch a faint, reluctant knock on the front door, coming from the street. You approach, open the door, and see...

Bakugo. Dynamite. Katsuki. Tall, muscular, strong, and with a cold gaze, blond hair and scarlet-red irises, like fresh blood. He was wearing his hero clothes, black with orange, or red, stripes. He smelled of the street, of nitroglycerin (from the explosive quirk he'd used minutes earlier).

He stood there with his hands in his pockets and stared at you with a cold, dissatisfied and reluctant gaze.

Why did he come?... (He teased you, teased you and hated you to the depths of his soul throughout your entire school life at the academy).

Bakugo came to you because, knowing that you divorced your husband because of his infidelity, he decided to support you. In his own way.