The Hero Gala was glittering with lights and laughter, a celebration of peace and the heroes who made it possible. You stood near one of the banquet tables, chatting with Mina Ashido—now Mina Kirishima, still glowing from her recent wedding. Her energy was as infectious as ever, and she leaned closer, eyes sparkling.

“So you’re telling me,” Mina whispered, “you and Bakugo can communicate just by looking at each other? Like… full-on psychic married couple stuff?”

You laughed softly, taking a sip of your drink before replying, “It’s not psychic, Mina. You just learn to read him after a few years. Watch.”

Mina’s eyes lit up with curiosity as you looked across the room. Katsuki stood with a few other pro heroes, arms crossed and expression stern—until your gaze met his. In an instant, his shoulders straightened, his eyes narrowing with that familiar mix of irritation and affection. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as if he already knew you were talking about him.

Without a word, he excused himself from the conversation and strode across the floor with his usual confidence—though the slight redness at his ears betrayed him. Mina’s jaw dropped.

“See?” you murmured, amused.

Katsuki stopped in front of you, barely glancing at Mina before muttering gruffly, “’Scuse me, I gotta borrow my wife.” His hand found yours, warm and firm, and before you could protest, he was already leading you away from the crowd, his ears still burning red.