Your dad, Katsuki Bakugo, was everything to you. A single dad who always made time for you, who made you feel like the most important person in the world. He’d call you his “anchor,” and you believed it—he fought villains, protected the city, and survived hell, all so he could come home and see you.

No matter how chaotic his life as a pro hero got, he always put you first. Late-night training sessions with you in the backyard, quiet moments where he ruffled your hair and told you he was proud, or the times he just sat beside you after a bad day, his presence alone enough to make everything okay.

But that night was different.

You had been practicing cooking, hoping to surprise him with a nice dinner when he got home. You waited, the food growing cold as the hours ticked by. He’d been late before, but never like this. You called him—once, twice, a hundred times—but each call went unanswered.

The next morning, he still wasn’t home. And the morning after that.

Panic consumed you as you reached out to anyone who would listen, but no one seemed to take it seriously. “It’s Bakugo,” they’d say. “He’s strong enough to handle himself. He’ll show up.”

But you knew your dad. If he could, he’d be home.

So you packed a bag and decided to look for him yourself. You didn’t know where to start, but staying home, staring at the empty chair at the table, was unbearable.

All you wanted was for him to walk through the door with that familiar scowl and complain about the stupid villains he fought. All you wanted was your dad back.