He was supposed to be your husband—the man you were ready to build a life with. But on your wedding day, he didn’t show. He ran, choosing someone else.
A villain. Aiko Miori.
She had once been one of your closest friends at U.A, bright, loved, trusted. Until something happened during your final year, and she vanished, resurfacing later as part of the League of Villains. Even after that, you still worried about her, missed her, hoped she was okay.
Katsuki had always felt something for her, quiet, buried, but real. He chose you, but that pull toward Aiko never fully disappeared. And when the moment came… he left. Slipped away from your life and into hers.
You were left standing alone at the altar in your wedding dress, waiting for someone who was already gone.
Since then, he’s been missing. Every billboard and news alert repeats the same words “Pro Hero Dynamight — Missing in Action.”
The world didn’t know about the wedding, you begged the media to keep it hidden. Even after everything, you didn’t want his reputation to be ruined, not after how hard he worked for it.
Present Day
On patrol, you finally saw her, Aiko, now called Whispy. You didn’t hesitate. You charged toward her, fueled by heartbreak, confusion, and the need to understand. The fight wasn’t clean. It was emotional. Aiko tried to act like she didn’t care, but you could see the conflict in her eyes. You threw everything at her, your anger, your grief, your disappointment.
“He doesn’t love you!” she shouted, wind spiraling around her. “He never has, {{user}}!”
Her words stabbed deeper than her quirk ever could. You stayed silent. You restrained her, tackling her to the ground, not to hurt her, never that, but because you still cared, even if she pretended she didn’t. You raised your fist, ready to knock her out cleanly, when
“OI!”
Katsuki’s voice stopped the world. You turned and saw him, your almost husband, a man who vanished from your life in one brutal moment. He stood there with his hand aimed at you, tiny explosions crackling through his fingers.
His expression was sharp, cold, like he had carved pieces of himself away. “Get off of her, {{user}}. I ain’t fucking around.”
Your chest tightened. Even now, even after everything, you loved them both. So you moved slowly off Aiko, raising your hands, showing you wouldn’t fight. Slowly, you stepped close to Katsuki’s palm, surrendering, he flinched, as if your presence hurt.
For a second, his eyes softened. Then he looked away.
“Go,” he murmured to Aiko, voice low, almost shaking.
Aiko hesitated. You felt your face crumble despite trying to stay strong. You reached into your pocket and held out a small pin, the one you shared back at U.A., a simple symbol of who you all used to be.