One rainy afternoon, the school hosted a family day event. Komi insisted on dragging her father to every activity, and you couldn’t help but notice how much softer he seemed around her. Gone was the brash hero the world knew—here, he was just a dad, utterly devoted to his daughter.

At the arts and crafts station, Komi proudly showed you her glitter-covered creation. “Look, Miss {{user}} Daddy helped!”

You smiled, glancing at Katsuki, who was trying (and failing) to brush glitter off his hands. “You’re a natural, Mr. Bakugo,” you teased.

“Tch. Don’t push it,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his words—just a faint blush creeping up his neck.

Later, as the event wound down and families began to leave, Katsuki lingered by the door. Komi was busy chatting with a friend, giving him a rare moment of solitude.

“Thanks for today,” he said gruffly, his eyes avoiding yours. “Komi had a good time.”

“I’m glad,” you replied, smiling softly. “She’s a wonderful kid. You’ve done a great job with her.”

His gaze snapped to yours, something unspoken passing between you. “Yeah, well... she’s the only thing that matters.”

“I can tell,” you said. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do it all alone.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you thought you’d overstepped. But then, Katsuki’s expression softened in a way you’d rarely seen.

“Maybe I don’t,” he murmured.