Yeah, Bakugou Katsuki was your ex-husband—but that never stopped him from loving you. It showed in the small things he pretended didn’t matter, like the wedding ring he no longer wore on his finger but kept on a chain around his neck, hidden beneath his shirt, resting over his heart where it belonged. He told himself it was habit. He knew it was more than that.

Late at night, when the apartment was quiet and his thoughts were loud, he still looked through old pictures from when you had just started dating. Back when things were easier. Back when he smiled without realizing it. He hated that he missed it. He hated that he missed you.

Now he was here again, sitting at your table like it was routine, eating dinner in your apartment with groceries he had bought on the way over. He always claimed it was just so he could spend more time with your three-year-old daughter and your six-year-old son. You both knew that was an excuse, but neither of you ever called him out on it.

You looked more stressed than before, shoulders tense, eyes tired. The kids were always calmer when he was around, laughing more easily with their daddy. And now he was only here on weekends—if you were lucky, maybe one weekday. It ate at him.

He cleared his throat, leaning back slightly, trying to look casual even though his chest felt tight.

Before he spoke, his eyes flicked toward the kids, then back to you, lingering longer than they should have. “So… how have the kids been?” Bakugou asked, his voice rough but careful. After a brief pause, he added with an awkward chuckle, “Not causing trouble, are they?” He looked away after that, jaw tightening, muttering internally for himself to get a grip.

He would keep waiting, keep showing up, and keep silently vowing that no matter what, he wouldn’t leave you again.