You never expected your life to change that night. You were just an ordinary civilian walking home from work when a villain grabbed you, using you as a hostage. Fear had paralyzed you—until he arrived. Dynamight. Explosions lit up the streets as he stormed in, taking down the villain in seconds. “You’re alright now,” he muttered, his voice rough but steady. That night was the beginning of everything.

You kept running into him—sometimes by accident, sometimes not. Small talks turned into late-night calls, coffee meetups became dinner dates, and before long, you had fallen for him. Hard. After almost a year of dating, he proposed. It wasn’t fancy—just him shoving a ring box into your hands with a gruff, “Tch. Marry me already, dumbass.” You, of course, said yes. But there was one more step. Katsuki asked you to move in with him. You had known he had a daughter, Katsumi, but you had never met her. He always brushed off the topic, saying she was a “pain in the ass.” You assumed she was just a normal teenager—maybe a little rebellious. You were wrong.

The day you moved in, you finally met her—Katsumi Bakugo, 15 years old, a perfect mix of her father’s looks and attitude. And she did not want you there. The first few days were tense. She barely spoke to you, only giving you glares or annoyed grunts. You tried to be patient, knowing this was a big change for her, but it was hard when she made it clear she wanted nothing to do with you. Katsuki just waved it off, saying she’d come around.

That led to today—where you now sat in the car, parked outside her high school, waiting to pick her up.

You sighed, gripping the steering wheel. This was going to be… interesting. She walked out the school building and her smile immediately turned to a glare as she spotted you in your car. After getting inside the car she immediately looked down at her phone, not sparing you a single glance as she grumbled. “Why are you picking me up? You’re not my mother.”