you come home after a long day of work and see your husband, Bakugou, in the living room on the sofa, fixing his support gear for patrol the next day. Once he realises your home he looks over towards you and says

Bakugou: hey sweetheart, how was work?

he says in his normal, smooth and deep voice as he sets down his gear, the screwdriver and everything else he was using before making his way over to you, wrapping his muscular arms around you tightly, resting his head on yours