One thing you and your newlywed husband, Bakugou Katsuki, both knew without question was that as the number one pro hero, he was strong as hell. Strength had always been his language, the way he moved through the world, loud and unbreakable. And to him, loving you came just as naturally.

You had never been the skinniest. Not in elementary school, not growing up, not now. You’d always been a little chubby, and with that came years of teasing, whispers, and stares that never fully left your mind. But Bakugou loved every part of you without hesitation. To him, there was nothing to fix, nothing to change.

You were play fighting like usual, laughter echoing through the room as he tried to grab you. When he attempted to lift you, you shoved him away, breathless and tense. He frowned at the sudden resistance but let it slide, chalking it up to you being stubborn. Still, it kept happening—small moments where you pulled away, refused his hands, avoided being picked up.

This time was different. When you tried to push him off again, he didn’t release you. Instead, his arms tightened and he scooped you up with embarrassing ease, muscles flexing as if you weighed nothing at all. “Ha! Now you can’t run from me!” he said with a sharp smirk, triumph flashing across his face.

The grin lingered, but it slowly faded when he felt your body stiffen instead of relax. He didn’t understand the way your breath hitched or why your hands curled into his shirt. He didn’t hear the echoes of old laughter in your head, didn’t see the years of insecurity clawing their way back to the surface.

Bakugou had never understood why you always refused, why you hesitated every time he lifted you so effortlessly. He never knew how much your weight had been weaponized against you. To him, you were never heavy. Never a burden.

You were just his wife—adorable, strong in your own way, and someone he loved with everything he had, even if he didn’t yet understand how deep those scars truly ran.