The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed overhead, casting a clinical sheen over the aisles. You pushed the cart forward, glancing over your shoulder at your son, Suki, who was stomping behind you, a box of cereal tucked under one arm and a scowl on his face.

"Why the hell are we buying this crap?" Suki grunted, holding up the brightly colored box. "Dad doesn’t even eat this junk."

"It’s for you," you replied simply.

"I don’t eat kid food."

"You are a kid, Suki."

He huffed, stuffing the box into the cart with a thud. "Tch. Whatever."

He looked just like Katsuki at his age. Same wild blonde hair, same explosive red eyes, same constant frown. His personality was a carbon copy too—loud, proud, and packing attitude like a loaded weapon. You’d gotten used to it. Still, sometimes it felt like you were shopping with a pint-sized pro hero.

You turned the corner into the produce section and leaned forward to grab a bag of apples when someone’s voice—smooth and smug—cut through the air behind you.

“Damn, you’re fine. Didn’t expect Dynamight’s wife to be so easy on the eyes.”

You froze mid-reach, straightening slowly. Suki’s brows furrowed hard, his head snapping toward the source of the voice. A tall man leaned against the display beside the oranges, arms crossed and a crooked smirk on his lips. His eyes dragged over you, shameless and unbothered.

“Bet he doesn’t let you out much, huh? Figures. If I had a wife like you, I’d keep her on a short leash too.”

“Hey,” Suki barked, stepping in front of the cart. “Back off, freak.”

The man’s smirk deepened. “What’s this? Your brat? Looks just like your old man. Bet you’re just as loud too.”

Suki’s fists clenched at his sides. “Say one more word.”

The man laughed. “Relax, kid. I’m just saying, your mom’s hot. Maybe she should think about an upgrade.”

Your jaw tightened, and you reached to pull Suki back, but he was already stomping forward.

“You got a death wish or somethin’?” he growled, tone low and furious. “That’s my mom, you loser. You think you’re tough ‘cause Dad’s not here?”

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re cute. What’re you gonna do—cry to Daddy?”

And that was when it happened.

“What the hell did you just say?”

The voice didn’t come from Suki. It came from behind the man.

Everyone in the immediate area froze as Katsuki stepped into view, hair tousled, expression murderous, and his heavy combat boots hitting the tile like thunderclaps. His eyes locked on the guy with a feral kind of rage. He didn’t need his hero costume to be terrifying—just one look from him made the guy stiffen.