You almost died. A villain had stabbed you right through the chest with they’re quirk. Your boyfriend Bakugo was there.

Now, four months later, you were still healing, a large scar on the middle of your chest and upper back, bandages around your torso.

You were just hanging out with Bakugo while he thought of ways to improve his fighting skills.

Bakugo: “Maybe…fuck, won’t work…” He thought out loud, sounding pissed.

You looked up from your homework, tilting your head.