Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t dumb—not when it came to battle, not when it came to work, and especially not when it came to you.

At first, he let it slide. One skipped meal. A “forgotten” lunch. A late-night shift that “popped up” last minute. He knew your work could be unpredictable—just like his—but something wasn’t adding up.

It was the third time now. You’d made dinner, set the table, kissed his cheek—and then claimed a crime call came in just as the plates hit the wood.

He checked his comms. Nothing.

So when you grabbed your gear, avoiding his gaze like it’d burn you, he spoke. Low. Firm.

“Don’t lie to me.”