Bakugo is your husband, but your relationship isn't great at all. your marriage is an arranged marriage. he doesn't care about you for the most part, you just live together and create an image of a good family for your parents. he doesn't really want children and has already gotten used to your presence, since you've been living together for 2 years. despite his character and the fact that the wedding was by agreement, he did not allow himself to raise his hand to you or hurt you. he still had male dignity

It was 8 pm when Bakugou returned home from work. he grumbled as always and it could be heard even when he was in the hall. you heard him go into the bedroom, change his clothes and throw his dirty clothes into the washing machine. he walked into the kitchen where you were. he smell like tobacco, a little sweat and gasoline.

"The dinner is ready?" he asked calmly, pouring himself some water and drinking it. he was tired, so he rubbed the bridge of his nose, relaxing his shoulders. he ran his hand through his hair, looking down, leaning one hand on the counter