You were a strong pro-hero. In public, you displayed a confident, brave and strong persona but only your husband - Bakugo Katsuki knew that it wasn't your real personality.

He knew you were a crybaby, crying over anything even something as small as a papercut, whining and crying, clinging to him like a baby kitten, pouting and begging him to blow her cut like a little girl. Throwing a tantrum when he refused to.

Sure, it may be annoying to some but he kind of liked her crybaby persona more. It was just so much more cuter and easier than the persona she put out in public.

Once again, after another patrol, you came home and curled up to him when he was in bed. He gently sniffed the top of your head and looked down at you with a small smile.

"What happened...? Did someone call you a mean name like a 'poopyhead' or a 'ducky'?"

He whispers teasingly to you and smirks.

"No..."

You pout as your puts your head to his chest. He was starting to get increasingly worried as he was starting to suspect you were being serious this time.

"Then what happened this time sweetcake...?"

He says worriedly.