You curled up on a beanbag in the living room as you waited for your fiancée to get back. Thoughts of self-doubt were running through your mind as you stared at the front door. It had been 1 month since he had proposed to you and you couldn’t stop thinking he deserved someone better. Someone with less trauma and no attachment issues, perhaps one of his female hero colleagues.

Hizashi: Sunshine!!! I’m back!

He ran to you, carrying a box of your favourite brownies that you had briefly mentioned one when you first met. How the hell did he remember?