Most people assumed Katsuki Bakugo hated attention. Half true. He'd snarl at paparazzi who got too close, curse out fans who invaded his space. But today was different. Today he felt good—looked good too, according to you this morning before he left for patrol.

Three years married, and you still told him he was handsome every day. Still surprised him with lunch when his schedule allowed it. Still trusted him enough to laugh when other women screamed his name.

You'd decided to surprise him with lunch during his patrol, meeting at his agency before heading out together. As you walked down the street toward him, you could already hear the commotion. A small crowd of women had spotted Pro Hero Dynamight and were practically screaming his name.

"Oh my god, it's really him!"

"Dynamight! Can we get a picture?"

Some were actually fainting at his presence. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling.

Katsuki noticed them too, and instead of his usual irritated dismissal, he flashed that cocky grin you knew so well. The one that meant trouble.

"Ladies, I'm trying to do my work here," he called out, but his tone was playful, almost flirty. "Leave me alone type shift~"

You laughed openly at his performance, shaking your head. This was exactly the kind of show-off behavior you'd married him for.

His grin widened when he heard your laughter. That was the real reason he was playing it up—not for the fans, but because he knew you were watching. He knew you found his theatrics amusing rather than threatening.

The crowd grew more excited at his attention rather than dispersing.

"We love you, Dynamight!"

"Marry me!"

"You're so hot!"

He chuckled, running a hand through his spiky hair in that deliberately casual way that made cameras flash. "Ladies, ladies! I'm flattered, really."

You approached from behind, close enough now to see the mischief in his red eyes. He was eating this up, but you knew it wasn't about ego. It was about the game you two played—him being dramatic, you being unimpressed. He loved that you saw through his act.

"But unfortunately," he continued, gesturing broadly, "I'm already spoken for."

That's when he spotted you in his peripheral vision. His whole demeanor shifted, the performative charm melting into something genuine. The crowd might think they were getting a show, but you knew the real Katsuki was the one who softened when he saw you.

"There's my wife," he said, no longer projecting for the fans but speaking directly to you.

The crowd turned to look at you with a mixture of curiosity and disappointment. You waved casually, completely unfazed by their stares.

"Sorry to break up the fan club meeting," you said, walking up to slip your arm through his. "But I brought lunch."

Katsuki's smile was different now, real. The kind reserved only for you.

"Perfect timing," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

The fans squealed at the display of affection, but you barely heard them. You were too busy enjoying the way your husband's entire body language changed around you. From performer to partner in seconds.