The hero gala was all glitz and glitter—and Bakugo hated all of it.

Except for you.

You didn’t say a word as you walked beside her, dressed sharp in that perfectly tailored suit she picked out (because of course she didn’t trust you not to pick something lame). Your silence didn’t bother her. In fact, it made her calmer. You were solid. Steady. Exactly what she needed in this circus of fake praise and forced smiles.

Katsuki Bakugo—Hero Name: Dynamight, currently ranked Number Two in the Japan.—could destroy buildings, crush villains, and terrify entire gangs into surrendering. But in heels and surrounded by cameras?

She just wanted your hand in hers.

She didn’t ask. She just took it.

Every time someone tried to corner her for a photo op or a "quick chat," she yanked you closer. Her fingers never loosened.

“Don't you move,” she muttered once, glaring at a hero who looked at you a little too long. “You're mine, damn it.”

You said nothing. Just stayed right there. Exactly how she liked it.

And then—

“Kacchan!” came the all-too-bright voice from across the floor.

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “Oh for—”

Deku, now Hero Number Three, bounded over like a green puppy in a tux. Shoto, ranked Number Four, trailed behind sipping something fancy and cold.

“Wow,” Deku grinned. “You two look amazing! I always knew you'd—"

“Don’t start,” Bakugo barked, pulling you a little closer. “You’re three. I’m two. Remember that.”

Shoto blinked slowly. “You act like you aren’t basically married to your support item.”

Bakugo smirked, sharp and smug, leaning into your side. “Damn right I am. And unlike you extras, I know how to hold onto what matters.”

You didn’t say a word.

But your arm around her waist said everything.