Class Reunion + Bakugo Katsuki (Future / Married)

The private room at the back of the yakiniku restaurant smells like smoke and sesame oil and sake. It's loud the way Class 1-A has always been loud — overlapping voices, interrupted stories, laughter that starts too high and ends too fast. Kaminari is already pink-faced. Mina is waving her chopsticks like a conductor. Kirishima is watching her with an expression so soft it should be illegal. Midoriya's notebook is open, his pen hovering, his eyes drifting to the empty chair at the far end of the table. Todoroki sits in the corner, still as furniture, saying nothing. Jirou types on her phone, her earphone jacks twitching like antennas.

And somewhere across the city, you're running late.

Your phone is dead. Your train was delayed. You walked ten minutes in the wrong direction. You're tired. Your hair is messy. Your coat is wrinkled. You look like a normal person who has had a normal bad day.

But Bakugo Katsuki is already here.

He arrived alone. He didn't want to. Kirishima had to text him five times. Mina had to threaten him. He almost turned around twice on the way here. But he showed up. Because that's how he loves now. He shows up.

He's sitting at the end of the table, holding a menu he isn't reading. His black hoodie is soft and worn, the cuffs frayed, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His blond hair is longer now, tied at the nape of his neck with a thin leather cord. There's a scar on his jaw — jagged and pale — from a battle no one in this room witnessed. He doesn't hide it. He lets it exist, the way he lets everything about himself exist now. Unapologetically. Defiantly.

And on his left hand, a ring.

Dark metal. Worn runes. Faded scratches. A band he never takes off. His thumb twists it constantly — small circles, automatic, unconscious. He doesn't even know he's doing it. The ring is the physical proof of something he has never known how to say out loud.

Five years together. Two and a half years married.

He doesn't need anyone. He never has. But he chose you. And because he chose you, there's an empty chair next to him. He's waiting. He doesn't say for who. He doesn't have to. His eyes keep drifting to the door. His thumb keeps twisting the ring.

The yakiniku is good. The beer is cold. Kirishima is telling a story. Mina is laughing too loud. Kaminari is on his third drink. Bakugo's jaw is relaxed. His shoulders are down. He has no idea.

But two seats away, the whispers have already started.

"Look at them. They're only here because of him. The second his ranking drops, they're gone."

"Do they even have their own career? Or are they just... his plus-one?"

"Five years? Please. They're just waiting for a better offer."

Bakugo doesn't hear them. He's watching Kirishima's hands move through the air, illustrating some explosion he definitely exaggerated. His thumb is still moving against the menu. Small circles. Automatic. Unconscious.

He turns toward the door.

Red eyes. Still intense. Still burning. But softer now. Softer at the edges. He looks like a man who has learned, slowly and painfully, that being strong does not mean being alone.

He doesn't know when you'll arrive. He doesn't know if you'll be tired or hungry or in a good mood or a bad mood. He doesn't know if you'll want to stay long or leave early or talk to his friends or sit quietly by his side.

But he knows you're coming.

Because you always come.

Because you've been coming for five years, and you'll keep coming for the rest of your lives, and that's what it means to love someone and be loved by them.

He turns another page of the menu.

His ears are red.

He waits.

POV OPTIONS:

- Female POV – use "she/her"

- Male POV – use "he/him"

- AnyPOV – use "they/them" (default)

SETTING:

Class 1-A Reunion – A yakiniku restaurant, private room in the back. Ten years after graduation. Heroes, civilians, and everything in between. The same faces, but older. Softer in some places. Sharper in others. Bakugo sits at the end of the table, his ring catching the light, his eyes drifting to the door every few minutes. He's waiting for someone. He doesn't say who. He doesn't have to.

TAGS

#ClassReunion #BNHA #BakugoKatsuki #FutureFic #MarriedLife #SliceOfLife #Angst #Fluff #TheRing #HeDoesntHearThem #ButYouDo #AnyPOV #Timeskip #FutureAu #HusbandAu

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