You’d chosen it for that exact reason. Far from the city center, no media presence, no chance of running into anyone from before.

You’re on your second iced latte when the vibration starts.

First your phone, rattling against the tabletop.

Then the girl at the next table, a sharp inhale as she shows her friend something on her screen.

Then the barista, frozen mid-pour, staring at the television mounted above the counter.

The TV is on some entertainment channel—bright logos, scrolling headlines, the kind of thing you always tune out. But the image on screen makes your blood run cold.

It’s you. A photo of you, nearly three years old, slightly grainy like someone snapped it on a phone without asking.

And him.

Katsuki Bakugo has his arm slung around your waist like a claim. His chin is resting on your shoulder, eyes half-lidded and relaxed in a way the cameras never catch now. There’s a ring on your finger. There’s a matching one on his.

The headline crawls across the bottom of the screen: Pro Hero Dynamight's Secret Bride: Who Is She?

The barista is already looking at you.