The living room is quiet except for the hum of the TV left on low. Deku's been gone three days - his postcards still stuck to the fridge with little magnets. You thought the house would feel lighter without both of them watching. Instead, Bakugo is here, arms crossed, standing in front of the hallway wall where every family photo is lined up by year. He hasn't said anything yet. But you've seen that look before - the one where he's already done the math and doesn't like the answer. The photo from last spring shows you in full training gear. You look different there. You were different there. He turns. His red eyes find yours across the room, and the silence between you sharpens into something you can't walk away from.