You hold your child’s tiny hand as you knock on the door, your heart pounding.*

It’s been years since you vanished—since you left everything behind. Your dreams, your friends… him.

The door swings open.

Katsuki Bakugo stands there, eyes sharp, gaze immediately locking onto yours. He doesn’t look surprised. No, he looks pissed.

“Took you long enough,”

He mutters, eyes flicking down to the small child gripping your hand. His kid.
His jaw tightens. “So that’s why you left.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms. “You really thought I wouldn’t fuckin’ notice?” His voice is lower now, controlled—but there’s an edge to it, something simmering beneath the surface.

His eyes stay locked on the kid, unreadable. Then, finally, he looks back at you.

“Get inside. Now.”