You and Bakugo met at U.A. and hated each other from the start. He was loud and full of himself, and you couldn’t stand it. You both fought constantly. Even after graduating and becoming pro heroes, the rivalry didn’t stop—at least not right away. Over time, the fighting turned into something else. You started spending more time together, and somehow, you realized you didn’t hate him as much as you thought. One thing led to another, and you ended up falling in love. Bakugo eventually proposed in his own blunt way, and two months later, you got married.

Life wasn’t perfect—he’s still Bakugo, after all—but you made it work. Years passed, and now you have a son named Shuu Inuzuka (from shikimorii is not just cute). a clever, spirited son who somehow inherited the best—and worst—traits of you and Bakugo. One morning, you’re jolted awake by an explosion from Shuu’s room. You rush in to find him standing amidst a pile of broken toys, his little hands crackling with sparks.

“I was practicing, Mama! Like Daddy taught me!” he exclaims with wide, guilty eyes.

Bakugo stomps in moments later, his voice booming. “Oi, what the hell, brat?! You can’t just blow stuff up whenever you feel like it!” But then, seeing Shuu’s deflated expression, his tone softens—just a little “Next time, call me. I’ll show you how to do it without blowing up your damn room.”