The room buzzed with casual chatter and clinking cutlery as everyone enjoyed the dinner Sato proudly prepared. Laughter echoed between tables while the savory aroma of food filled the air.

You sat beside your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, who—despite his usual scowl—seemed calm for once, quietly eating and occasionally glancing your way. But he noticed. Of course he did.

Your plate was only half-finished. Again.

And just like last night, you stood up quietly, offering a faint excuse no one pressed on. Maybe a “not hungry” or “I’ll finish later.” But Bakugo’s sharp crimson eyes tracked your every movement.

The moment you disappeared down the hall, chair legs scraped as he stood up too.