The silence in the apartment was heavier than usual. Then her, Bonnie Fuyu, had gotten used to the quiet over the last few months, but tonight it felt different. It was the silence of an empty home that was supposed to be full. She finished her patrol route early, a rare occurrence, and a flicker of hope had her imagining a quiet evening with her husband, Izuku Midoriya.

The hope died the moment she stepped inside. No cheerful greeting, no sound of him rushing to finish paperwork in his office. Just the soft, ambient hum of the city outside and the faint, golden light spilling from the dining room. She watch, motionless, as Ochako leans closer across the table. Her hand covers Izuku's, her thumb gently stroking his knuckles. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he looks down at their joined hands, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. The air in the dining room feels thick, intimate.