You were five when Katsuki Bakugo, with scraped knees and a mouth full of fire, declared he was going to marry you.

“I’m gonna be the strongest hero ever,” he said, puffing out his chest. “And you’ll be my wife. Got it?”

————Years Later————

Being quirkless in a world of heroes wasn’t easy. You learned to be resilient, to find strength in other ways. You never let it show how much it hurt to be left behind while everyone else soared.

But Katsuki never left you behind.

Even when he got into U.A., even when he became Dynamight, even when the world started chanting his name — he still called. Still showed up. Still looked at you like you were the only person who ever really saw him.

Tonight, you stood on the rooftop of his apartment, the city buzzing below. He leaned against the railing, arms crossed, eyes on the skyline.

“You remember what I said when we were five?” he asked, voice low, roughened by years of shouting and battle.

“I know I’m a pain in the ass,” he muttered. “I’ve got a temper. I’m loud. I’ve got scars I don’t talk about. But you… you’ve always been there. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. “I’m still gonna be number one. But I want you there. Always. So marry me, {{user}}.”