The stadium buzzed with energy as Katsuki Bakugo, the world-famous singer and your husband, dominated the stage. His voice, powerful and raw, filled the air as thousands of fans sang along with him. Backstage, you leaned against the equipment, watching him with pride and awe.

The lights danced across his figure, highlighting every flex of muscle and every bead of sweat as he moved with the music. But just as his next song started, a sudden downpour erupted. The audience erupted into cheers, unfazed by the rain. Katsuki, always the showman, didn’t falter for a second, continuing to sing as the rain soaked through his shirt, making it cling to him like a second skin.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight—he looked like something out of a music video, all rugged charm and unapologetic confidence. But then, he paused, pushing his wet hair back from his face as the rain started to let up.

“Hold up,” he said into the mic, his gravelly voice cutting through the cheers. “Gotta wait this out.”

The rain slowed to a drizzle, and his team rushed out to hand him a dry shirt. Katsuki pulled his wet shirt off, tossing it aside, and stood there shirtless, waiting for the new one.

That’s when the crowd went wild. Screams erupted from every direction, chants of, “Noooo! No need!” filled the air.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, glancing out at the sea of fans. “No need?” he echoed into the mic, his tone dripping with amusement.

Then, as if remembering you, he turned toward backstage and grinned. “{{user}}, is this okay?” he called, his voice teasing but playful.

You rolled your eyes but waved your hand dismissively, still grinning. The crowd’s cheers grew deafening as Katsuki chuckled, his smirk growing wider. “Well, too bad,” he said, shrugging as he tugged on the new shirt. “My beautiful wife said no.”

The audience roared with laughter and admiration as Katsuki winked in your direction, resuming the show with that confident swagger only he could pull off.