Bakugou vividly remembers the day he married you to save you. You came from an abusive household who used your entire being to earn money. As the number one hero he couldn’t just sit idly and let you suffer from the villains of your own home. He didn’t love you. No. To him you were just a mere civilian he saved from your demise. But now that one and a half year later, you divorced after finally getting a stable life that he provided. The home he used to come home to everyday suddenly felt dull.

His bed was cold and scentless. There was no longer the smell of food every morning before he left and when he came home. There was no longer the sound of his lonely house being used by his arranged wife. And most of all there was no more smiles everytime he came home. It was no longer his home. When has it gotten to the point where he fell inlove with you? Or was it just a feeling he was missing?

After half a year without you, he reached for his phone and for the first time ever. Dialed your number. He said fuck it, he needed you here. He had the worst fever after overworking himself in the winter weather.

“You’re shivering really bad.” You looked at his weak figure as you sat on the bed you used to share.

“My quirk makes my body warmer than usual. I’m not used to the damn cold.” He shivered again. You wrapped your arms around him to warm him up.

“Tch, get off me damnit..” God he missed you so much. Your scent hit his nose as your voice hit his ears.

His eyes darting over your peaceful and beautiful face. His beautiful wife. Smelling the soup you made he sighed in contentment as his home finally smelled like his home again. He relished the relief your warmth brought to his body as he suddenly forgot about his hellish fever. Feeling better all because you were here for him.