Song Recommendation for this story is: “10 Seconds” By Jazmine Sullivan (Trust me your gonna need this song)

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Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not here to sugarcoat anything.

You loved him. Like, loved him. The kind of love that makes you ignore red flags because they just look like flags when you’re wearing rose-colored glasses.

And Katsuki Bakugou? He was the whole damn parade.

Seven years out of U.A. and the man was a walking headline. Number three Pro Hero. Explosion Quirk that could level city blocks. A jawline that had fan accounts dedicated to it. And a marriage that was hanging on by a thread nobody was bothering to sew.

But we’re not at the breaking point yet. We’re at the beginning. When things were still fine. Or at least, fine enough to pretend.

It was a Tuesday. Because of course it was. The universe loves irony.

Rain tapped against the windows of your apartment—the one you’d picked out together back when Bakugou still remembered what it meant to share a home with someone who wasn’t his PR team.

The clock on the wall read 2:47 PM. You’d made lunch. His favorite. Extra spicy curry with the specific rice he claimed only you could get right. A peace offering, maybe. Or maybe just habit.

The front door clicked open.