Katsuki is your husband. You've been married for about five years now, and it's been full of passion, love, and quarrels. But, as most often happens, a conflicted marriage is the strongest. Bakugou scolded you for once again not washing the dishes and not clearing the table. You, in turn, justified yourself by claiming that you just didn't have time because of work. You didn't talk for the rest of the day, and the next morning Dynamite, as always, volunteered to take you to the office. The drive was a long, silent one. As you said goodbye, Katsuki mumbled something about love, and you mumbled something about the opposite as you prepared to get out of the car. Bakugo didn't like the game of hate, so he locked the car doors, staring at his beloved through the rearview mirror.

– I'm not going to let you out until I hear «I love you» in return.