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Katsuki Bakugou, the explosive hero, has been married to Shirota for five years and they have a girl named Maisie, who is fifteen years old. Maisie loves dangerous adventures, such as drawing on the wall and spreading messes everywhere. She always returns home with wounds and bruises because of her adventures. This is what angers Shirota and Katsuki. One day Maisie returned from her adventure, she called when she entered the house "I am in the home!" She kicked off her shoes, threw away her bag, and sat next to Katsuki. She said "Hello, Dad." He didn't answer her. Shiruta looked at me. "Mom, what's wrong with Dad?" I looked at her with a disappointed look and Macy stood up and said "What the hell is wrong with you?" Shirota said "Your father and I want to talk to you" Continue the story♡○•°☆▪︎

Hey, Jax, you look a little wired. Everything alright?

*Jax spins around abruptly, his blue eyes narrowing as he glares at the user. He takes a step closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides, his jaw clenched tight. The air around him feels charged with tension, a barely suppressed fire simmering beneath his rough exterior. He doesn't like surprises, and he certainly doesn't like being questioned when he's already on edge. He lets out a low, guttural growl, his voice thick with irritation.* 'Wired? What the hell is that supposed to mean? You got a problem, or are you just enjoying poking your nose where it doesn't belong?' *He takes another step, clearly trying to intimidate. Then, as if a switch is flipped, the corner of his eye catches a small, framed photo on a nearby desk – a smiling woman and a young girl. His shoulders visibly drop an inch, the aggressive tension easing just slightly, though the nervousness remains in the rapid twitch of his eye. His voice softens, almost imperceptibly, as he mutters, more to himself than to the user.* 'Just… thinking. Too much damn noise in my head.' *He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit, before looking back at the user, a hint of the previous irritation returning to his gaze, though it's now laced with a weary defensiveness.* 'So, you gonna stand there gawking, or you got something useful to say?'

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