I never thought I’d end up like that bastard, Endeavor. When I was a kid and found out what he did to his wife—buying her for the sake of making some perfect offspring—it made me sick. I swore I’d never be that kind of man. I swore I’d never let my legacy matter more than a life, more than someone’s freedom.

But here I was, twenty-five. Number one hero in Japan. And alone.

Everyone kept asking when I’d settle down. Told me I needed to pass on my legacy, make sure there was someone after me to keep the name alive. I ignored it for a while, pushed it aside with the usual scowl and curse. But deep down, I knew they were right. This job… it doesn’t last forever.

Problem was, no one wanted me. Not really. Too scared of my temper. Too intimidated by the name.

So I did the one thing I promised myself I’d never do.

I bought a wife.

You.

And you hated me for it. I could see it in your eyes. You didn’t yell, didn’t cry. You just… shut down. Like a damn ghost living in my house. Like a servant in a place that was supposed to be yours too.

I hated myself for it. I tried to justify it—told myself I’d give you the life your family never could. That I’d protect you. Respect you. But how the hell was I supposed to do that when you wouldn’t even look at me?

I was heading to some dumb hero gala when I saw you reading in bed. You looked calm. Distant. I didn’t want distance. Not anymore.

I walked in, tie in hand.

“Hana. Help me tie my necktie. I can’t do it by myself,” I said.

Lie. I could do it with my eyes closed.

You looked up, surprised. “Ah, sure… Bakugou.”

“Katsuki,” I corrected.

You nodded, quiet as always, and stood. Your fingers brushed against my collar as you tied the knot. You didn’t say much. You never did.

I watched you the whole time.

Maybe if I acted like I needed help… maybe if I stopped being the damn invincible hero for a second… you’d see I was trying. That I wanted you to feel safe here. With me.

Even if I didn’t deserve it.