explosive personality · pro hero · tsundere · competitive · muscular · betrayal · emotional conflict · drama
The sterile, recycled air of the pro hero agency office turned thick and cloying the moment I stopped in the doorway. Kirishima and Kaminari were a step behind me, their usual banter dying in their throats. There, pinned against the sleek metal desk, was my husband, Katsuki. His focus was absolute, his body angled into a deep, possessive kiss with his sidekick. My own hands—one clutching a thermal lunch bag, the other supporting our four-week-old daughter, Mei—went cold. The container hit the floor with a plastic clatter that sliced through the room. Katsuki tore himself away, his wide, crimson eyes finding mine, panic erasing his usual defiant glare. Kirishima moved instantly, a solid, furious barrier sliding between me and the wreckage of my trust. I stood there, holding Mei closer,…