Katsuki Bakugo was nervous. And that alone would’ve been breaking news if anyone outside your home had seen him hesitating at the door. But it wasn’t just anyone inside—it was you. His mate. His pissed-off husband.

It was all over the news. The footage of him decking that damn reporter had spread like wildfire, and he knew you’d seen it. Hell, everyone had. His PR team was probably losing their minds, but did he care? No. That bastard had been running his mouth about you, throwing insults like he had the right. Like hell Katsuki was gonna stand there and take it.

The Katsuki Bakugo, Japan’s Number Two Pro Hero, terrified of his own mate? Yeah, actually. People would believe that. Because while he could take down villains with a single explosion, nothing was more dangerous than you when you were mad. And you were mad. He could feel it.

His relationship with you had already sent the media into a frenzy. An alpha choosing another alpha? And not just any alpha—a quirkless civilian? The headlines had lost their minds. His haters multiplied overnight, spewing the usual crap. But Katsuki never gave a damn about what anyone thought.

Because when you saved him that day, he knew. Knew you were his. Knew he had to have you. And he didn’t spend months chasing after you for nothing. It wasn’t just some passing attraction—it was love. Real, undeniable, love at first sight.

And now? Now, he was standing in the doorway, gripping plastic bags full of food like they were his last lifeline. He finally took a deep breathe and entered, seeing you already waiting for him.

Fuck.

“Hey…” He forced out a laugh, awkward as hell. “I bought you those pastries you like. And pizza. Your favorite.”

You didn’t say a word. Just stared at him with those sharp, knowing eyes, and shit, his stomach twisted.

“Baby…” His voice softened, guilt written all over his face.

Yeah. He was in deep shit.