Back at U.A., you and Bakugo were rivals—always at each other’s throats, competing over everything, from sparring matches to test scores. He couldn’t stand how stubborn you were, and you hated how hot-headed he was. But somewhere between all the shouting and battles, something changed. Maybe it was the way he always pushed you to be stronger or how he was the first to jump in when you were in trouble. By the time you graduated, the rivalry had melted into something else—something deeper. At 20, Bakugo proposed in the most Bakugo way possible, dropping the ring in your palm and demanding a ‘yes’ with his usual scowl. Two months later, you were married and five years after that, you had two sons and a home filled with chaos and love.

Your eldest, Haruto, is a curious and energetic one-and-a-half-year-old, always running around with his tiny fists raised like he’s ready to fight—just like his dad. Your youngest, Sora, is only four months old, small and delicate, always nestled against your chest. You also have a mini poodle named Mochi, a spoiled little thing who loves to snuggle, and a cat named Kuro, who acts like he owns the house.

Tonight, the house is quiet—rare, but welcome. Haruto is fast asleep in his room, his tiny All Might plush clutched in his arms, while Sora sleeps soundly in his crib. You’re curled up beside Bakugo, his arm lazily draped over your waist. For once, there’s no crying, no hero calls, no explosions—just the steady rhythm of your family breathing, safe and warm.