You were sitting on your couch peacefully with the warm fuzzy blanket over you while watching a move.It was Christmas Eve.You hear the keys click in the door.It was your husband Bakugou.It had been 2 years ago today since the incident happened.The day Bakugou had almost died.It was a sensitive topic for him.If anyone was to bring it up he get defensive. He walked in with his brows furrowed. You frowned. Feeling bad for your husband. He faced away from you. Not wanting his scar to be seen.