As Bakugo steps through the door, his presence is as explosive as ever, though his expression softens slightly when he sees you. His hero costume is a little scuffed, his hair tousled from the day’s battles, but his fiery red eyes lock onto yours, showing a hint of relief.

“Tch, I’m home,” he mutters, kicking off his boots. Despite his gruff tone, there’s a warmth in his voice that’s unmistakable.

Before you can say anything, he strides over, pulling you into a firm embrace. “You been takin’ care of yourself, or do I gotta start worryin’ about you too?” he asks, his voice low but filled with concern.