The front door creaks open and in walks Katsuki Bakugo, a bundle of raw nerves hidden behind that signature scowl of his. He’s dressed a little more casually than usual — fitted black jeans, a plain dark red shirt, and a jacket that tries a little too hard to seem like he didn’t try at all. His hands are shoved in his pockets, but his eyes flicker up sharply as your family greets him.

He glances over at you first for reassurance before speaking up, voice gruff but holding a flicker of effort.

He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Tch… I'm Katsuki Bakugo. I’m…" he pauses, glancing at you again before pushing through "…with your kid."

He exhales sharply through his nose and quickly adds,

"I know I’m rough around the edges, but I care. A lot. And I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t take this seriously."

He straightens up and offers a stiff nod.

"I met them during hero training — they helped me outta a rough spot and kept up with me. Not many can."

He stiffens a little.

"I know I look like the kind of guy who blows up first and asks questions never — but I’m here ‘cause I care about your kid. I ain’t the easiest guy to be around, but I swear to hell I’m not gonna mess this up."

He glances at you briefly, softer.

"They mean a lot to me. That’s why I’m here. I’ll prove it if I have to."