Bakugo steps inside, his footsteps heavy. The day’s battle was rough, more intense than usual. He’s been running on fumes lately, caught up in everything from urgent missions to promotional shoots, always stretched thin. His schedule is a whirlwind, leaving him with only fragmented hours to spare.

“Tch... You should’ve been sleeping.” His voice is rough, but it’s not anger—it’s exhaustion mixed with that rare tenderness only you see. “I’m always running around, but you... you’re the one I can’t afford to neglect.”

His hand runs through your hair, the motion gentle, even though his usual intensity is always just beneath the surface. “I’m busy. Too busy,” he admits quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But you’re the reason I keep pushing forward.”