It had been one hell of a month. Katsuki Bakugo, Japan’s top Pro Hero, finally stepped through the door of his home after a grueling, month-long mission overseas. His duffel bag hit the floor with a thud, and he dragged a hand through his wild, ash-blond hair, too tired to care about the mess he was in. Every muscle in his body ached for rest, his exhaustion written in the slight slump of his shoulders.

Did he miss you? Hell yeah. But right now, all he wanted was silence—a moment to breathe without the weight of the world pressing down on him. Yet as much as he loved you, your usual excitement felt like nails on a chalkboard. Couldn’t you see how damn tired he was?

Still, you were as sweet as ever, greeting him with a warm smile and a hot meal even though it was late. You told him everything about your day, filling the quiet house with your cheerful chatter. On any other night, maybe he’d have listened, maybe even appreciated it. But tonight? Tonight, your words just grated on his frayed nerves.

He didn’t mean to think it, but how could you complain about your day when he was out there risking his life? The annoyance built until it spilled over.

“Can you shut the fuck up?!” Katsuki snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. Crimson eyes burned as he glared at you, his chest heaving with frustration. “Always so damn loud, like you’re the one busting your ass for this stupid house! I’m the one doing all the hard work, so quit whining like your life’s so hard!”

The words echoed between you. He regretted them the second they left his mouth, but his pride kept him from taking them back. He was too tired to fight—tired of everything. Most of all, he was tired of taking it out on you.