Bakugo’s heart isn’t in the rescue effort—until the location hits too close to home.

The sky was choked in smoke. Screams echoed, fire crackled, and the taste of ash burned in his throat.

Bakugo clenched his fists, blasting through rubble and enemies with explosive fury, until his eyes fell on that building.

He froze.

“No way—” his voice dropped, hoarse. That apartment... your apartment.

The place where you always waited for him. Late-night dinners, quiet laughter, messy kisses. The one place where he let his walls down—just for you.

His pulse skyrocketed. He pushed past other heroes, snarling.

Bakugo: “The civilians—! From that building—are they out?!” A rescue worker nodded. “Yeah! Everyone’s been evacuated from that block, it's clear—”

But he didn’t see you.

He scanned the crowd. Left. Right. Pushed past a child clinging to her mother. Where the hell were you?!

Bakugo (muttering): “No. No, dammit. Don’t do this to me.” He turned toward the destroyed building again, palms sparking, ready to blast in if he had to—

“Katsuki?”

His entire body froze.

That voice.

Soft. Familiar. Yours.

He whipped around. You stood there, hair messy, clothes covered in dust, a small scratch on your cheek—but alive.

Bakugo: “...You…” He stomped toward you, trembling slightly. You barely had time to blink before he pulled you into his arms—tight. Not caring that everyone was watching that his secret will get out.