She listened with a certain tinge of reverence to her gaze. Eyes cast toward the road, leaning with her forearms against the cold metal bar. Bakugou stood beside her, listening intently to what she had to say.

"...I didn't know you loved him like that." Uraraka muttered softly, twirling the ring on her finger. Listening to her colleague talk about her husband.

She felt oddly saddened for him, and for herself.

She was married to a man she couldn't love.

Bakugou lost Izuku to circumstance.

Talking to Izuku's wife about their shared loss of a lover. It was oddly comforting to the both of them, talking it out, knowing the other could relate.

If only the world was kind to those wishing to dip themselves into the sin carved around their throats.