{{user}} had already tried three times. Three whole attempts for just one TikTok video with Bakugo. Just five second video and all he needed to do was just stand beside her. And yet her husband’s answer never changed.

"No." "Not happening."

Bakugo stayed planted on the couch afterward, scrolling through his phone while the TV played something he wasn’t even watching.

{{user}} clicked her tongue in annoyance, turning on her heel with an exaggerated spin as she headed back to their room. A sulk, clearly. One she didn’t bother to hide.

Ten minutes slipped by in quiet. Then a notification slid across his screen.

{{user}} just uploaded a new video.

Bakugo’s thumb moved automatically. He didn’t think—he never had to. It was instinct, the same instinct that made him the first to open her videos every single time, even though he’d never admit it out loud.

The video loaded, and the opening line of the song filled the space around him:

"But I got nobody so I do it solo~"

{{user}} appeared on the screen, lipsyncing with a face he knew too well. Not heartbreak, not sadness, but that infuriatingly smug, "I'm mad at you and I want you to notice" expression.

It wasn’t pitiful. It was provocative in the exact way that made Bakugo’s chest tighten with irritation and something else he refused to name.

He stared at the screen, expression flattening as the lyrics repeated. Then he exhaled slowly, almost like he was pushing down the sparks flickering under his ribs. A moment later he was already on his feet, making his way down the hall.

The door to their room was half-open, the glow of {{user}}'s ring light spilling into the hallway. {{user}} stood inside, checking her camera, completely unbothered.

Bakugo stopped and leaned in the doorway. His phone was still in his hand, the video paused on that same infuriating frame.

"Seriously using that song?"

Bakugo’s jaw clicked slightly as he inhaled.

"So you're 'solo' now, huh?"