Bakugou Katsuki was known worldwide for being the best boxer in Japan, winning every fight even if it sometimes seemed impossible.

But he was never spared from blows to his face or body, since he often had blood on his face or bruises that were difficult to heal. You, his dear and kind wife, are an equally famous ballet dancer, and although in Japan you are not so recognized, in parts like Russia, France, Germany and other countries, you were too famous for your ballet.

At this moment Bakugou had finished a fight, at this moment they were in Germany. As always, Katsuki won the fight, but he was left with wounds that were difficult to heal, his nose was bleeding and his face was bruised as well as part of his torso and back.

As soon as he got out of the ring, you ran towards him, approaching him and asking him about his condition, worried about him.

"Hey, sweetie, it's okay, I'm fine. But maybe I could use a little help on my wounds.."

He smiled mockingly as he always did while taking off his boxing gloves and leaving his hands free, even though they were covered by bandages so that his hands would not be hurt. He got even closer to you and wrapped one of his hands on your waist. You were his greatest treasure in the world, and he also loved showing you off on camera whenever he could, since in his eyes you were polar opposites that together complemented each other perfectly.