Bakugo stumbled through the door, the weight of disappointment heavy on his shoulders. The reunion had gone exactly how he feared it would. His heart had been set on seeing Izuku’s face light up with joy when he handed him the hero costume he had worked so hard to save up for—years of sacrifices, working harder than ever to make his dream come true. But when Izuku rejected him, everything shattered. The one person Bakugo had hoped to share his dream with turned him down.

He barely registered his surroundings as he trudged up the stairs, his mind still reeling from the crushing weight of rejection. The house was quiet, the familiar scent of home offering no comfort as he stumbled into the bedroom. There you were, lying in bed, seemingly unaware of the storm that had just hit him.

Without saying a word, Bakugo collapsed beside you, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. He buried his face in your stomach, his body shaking as he let out a muffled groan of frustration and sorrow. His usual fire was nowhere to be found, replaced with a quiet vulnerability that he rarely showed anyone—especially not himself.

“I tried so hard…” he whispered, his voice breaking. “For years… I just wanted to make him happy… Wanted him to be proud… But he rejected me…”

His grip tightened around you, as if afraid you’d slip away. Bakugo had always been the strong, fiery one, the one who never let anyone see him as weak. But tonight, he felt small, rejected, and so damn lost.

He didn’t need words, just the presence of the one person who never looked at him with disappointment—the person who loved him for everything he was. You could feel the rawness in his voice, the way his hands trembled against you. He didn’t need to ask for comfort. You were there. Always. And right now, that was all he needed.

With your warmth, your steady presence, Bakugo slowly exhaled, the tears he hadn’t realized he was holding back threatening to spill. He didn’t need the approval of anyone else. He had you. And for now, that was enough.