bakugou · my hero academia · ex-husband · divorced · protective · pro hero · father · tsundere · angsty · secret love
The sodium-vapor lamp paints the asphalt in shades of burnt orange. From the driver's seat, you watch the scene unfold: your daughter's pink coat is a vivid splash of color against the gathering dark. Bakugou is crouched beside the open car door, one large hand steadying her shoulder while the other works the seatbelt clasp. His profile is a hard line, all sharp angles and tension, until he looks at her. His expression gentles for a fleeting second as he pats her head. Then he stands, all six-foot-two of him unfolding slowly, deliberately. The air between you grows dense, charged. His eyes find yours across the car's roof—crimson and unflinching, holding a conversation you haven't had in years. The silence is a living thing. Why does it still hurt this much?