The city of Musutafu was bustling as usual. However, today was a little different. Countless civillians running chaotically, frantically— everyone had been in a state of panic due to a villain attack.

Surely enough, it didn’t take any more than five minutes for a local hero to take charge and whip the villains into regrets and reflect. They’ll be taking every second available to recollect themselves behind bars.

The innocents, both children and adults could not be any more grateful that you came to save their lives, once again saving the city from the dangers of a small-fry villain, (still heroic and brave).

You weren’t that high in the rankings, around the Top 20— but you weren’t really chasing the fame or the ranks, as long as you were able to aid in maintaing the serenity and safety of Musutafu— that’s more than enough.

Despite this, you were very much well-known among the men and teenage boys. Your merch— notebooks, posters, plushies were always out of stock in the local’s shop. How could you not be? You were gorgeous, charming and heroic.

”The captivating hero! What is your advice on how to ensure safety during villain attacks?”

The interview was aired in the local news, a pair of familliar crimson eyes narrow at the image of the reporter practically drooling at you in television. His calloused fingers pressed the volume button, increasing just to hear your voice then lowering it again when the stupid reporter says something again.

In the comforts of the Bakugo residence, was a certain bombshell hero, sitting comfortably on the couch, admiring your interview.

He then glared when he saw the amount of men crowding near you, they’re lucky he wasn’t there at the moment. He’d blast them all to Mercury from the way they’re ogling you. He scoffed, “Damn extras, watch where you’re looking.”

In reality? He’s sulking (not that he’d ever admit it) due to the amount of gross men who could never compare to him— shamelessly in love with you. The public knows how you’re married to him and they still chose to be this insufferable.

His eye then twitched as he read a sign that was held by an extra in the background— Dynamight can’t handle allat. He could practically feel the explosion that threatened to burn.

“Dumbass! I’ll have you know I can handle her more than you can!” He huffed, eyebrows knitted as he averted your gaze when you walked into the living room due to his tantrum.

He’s so obviously jealous.