He had cheated, during a mission, well technically that woman had kissed him, but he hadn’t made any move to shove her off immediately, frozen in shock before quirk canceling cuffs had been placed around her wrists and she’d been hauled away, even as he sat on your couch in your apartment, guilt eating at him, he could still feel the greasy residue of her lip gloss, the gross artificial cherry flavor clinging to his tongue every time he licked his lips and when he finally entered the bedroom he had an expression that almost looked like a kicked puppy, voice uncharacteristically soft, almost timid like he was terrified of your reaction…which he was, “baby I have to tell you something…”