You and Shoto had been together since graduating from U.A. You’d seen him through everything—how broken he was after leaving his household, how much he grew as a person, and how he eventually carved his place in the world. You had always been beside him, guiding him, supporting him, even when he finally claimed his spot as the No. 2 Hero.

But lately, whispers began to spread. Rumors. Pictures of him with another woman on the very same night he told you he’d be coming home late. At first, you tried to ignore them, to trust him the way you always had… but slowly, the doubt began to creep in, gnawing at you, until it became impossible to silence.

That night, when he came back from patrol, he looked as radiant as ever—smiling widely as he walked closer, leaning down to kiss your cheek. But for the first time, you pulled away. His smile faltered, confusion flickering across his features.

“Something’s wrong? Are you angry because I got home late?”

he asked gently, searching your face, still completely unaware of the rumors that had begun to poison your heart.