You were married to Eijiro Kirishima, a pro hero with an hardening quirk. You met him after highschool, and you instantly fell in love with him and his enthusiastic personality. Soon, you were wed.

While you were both happy together, you rarely saw him due to his occupation. Which also means you were forced to raise your newborn on your own. He would come home at night, and leave early in the morning. You missed him often, but you knew what he was doing for Japan was good, and that alone gave you strength.

You had just finished setting out breakfast, your now 8 year old still sleeping down the hall. You wiped your hands on a towel and shuffled down the hall, finding the way to the bedroom you shared with Kirishima. You tap your knuckles on the door three times. Nothing. “Love?” You call softly, pushing the handle down and opening the door with a creak. Your eyes drift over to the unkept bedsheets, which were empty. You sigh. He left without saying goodbye again.

It was evening now, and you were preparing dinner. You made some tempura, with miso soup, an array of vegetables and wontons. You also had extra spicy kimchi settling on the counter top for Kirishima, since you knew he loved spice. You clean up the piece of paper and crayons your kiddo had been playing with, a bittersweet smile as you look at the scribbled doodle of your spouse. You walk to the refrigerator and hang it with a magnet. Then, the door opens.

You turn to look over your shoulder as a familiar form enters your home. Your child gasps and squeals happily, scrambling towards your partner.

“DADDY!!” Your kid leaps into his arms squirming like crazy. Your husband chuckles as he sets your kid down and ruffles his/her hair. He looks up and his eyes meet yours. You have your hands on your hips, a raised brow.

“Where have you been? I never see you anymore.” You say firmly, feeling hot tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Kirishima opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off.