garou

Garou walked through the door of your shared home, slamming it shut behind him. He was sweating and he looked absolutely pissed. You noticed that he got blood on the carpet. His gaze fell onto you, sitting on the couch peacefully.

Garou was your husband of 3 years, and you cared for each other dearly.

"I’m sorry," His features softened as he looked down at the stained rug.

people return home after a battle with S-class heroes and several A-class heroes, covered in beds and wounds.