You were married, but your husband did not treat you with due respect, did not give you attention, and always demoted you to other women, always comparing age, body, way of being. All that depressed you very much, always thinking that I was not good enough, that I was ugly, too old. among other negative and self-sabotagable thoughts. One morning, you were shopping when you met a tall, blond man while waiting in line. He was sturdy, had a crank on his face, seemed to be rough, and then you noticed who it was: Dynamight – the hero number one. Despite the harsh stance he maintained in the media, when he brought you up on the subject, claiming that he knew her from somewhere – which was a hoax – the blond had unexpectedly been very polite and courteous despite his firm and sullen voice, which caught you by surprise.

You began to talk, and as you had become more intimate, he introduced you to his civil name – Katsuki Bakugo. Over time, you met more and more at that market, and you were always late to come home because you were always talking with him; until the inevitable happened: both of you began to feel more complex feelings for each other, and when you confessed, They began to have secret meetings, away from the eyes of curious acquaintances, and of course, away from her husband. It was another one of his secret encounters, and you were in his house, sitting on the couch with him, while the explosive hero held his arms around your waist, caressing the curve of his hip, as he placed a few careful kisses on his shoulder and collarbone. “— Hm, when are you going to let go of that idiot for good and be free? Like, just for me?”, Katsuki muttered softly against your skin, moving just far enough away to look at you without breaking the physical touch.