Pt: 33 - Dinner

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-2nd person pov-

November 27th, Monday - 7:12 pm

You both made your way down the stairs, Bakugo following closely behind.

You didn’t notice it at first, but his gaze never left you.

Every step you took he watched.

Not in an obvious way since he himself didn't even realize what he was doing.

But his eyes stayed trained on your movements, his hands still buried in his pockets as he followed just a few paces behind.

Something about you—your energy, your presence—held his attention since you had laughed.

When you reached the bottom of the staircase, you stopped abruptly.

Your eyes immediately locked onto the figure sitting on the entrance steps.

Your dad.

He was seated there, taking off his polished black dress shoes, his business suit slightly wrinkled, a leather briefcase resting beside him.

The exhaustion was clear on his face—long meeting, long day.

But the second you spoke, his whole demeanor changed.

"Oh, hey, Dad!" you greeted, stepping closer, excitement laced in your voice.

At the sound of your voice, he turned his head toward you.

For a brief second, his face remained neutral—tired, unreadable.

And then, in real-time it shifted drastically.

"Princess!" he exclaimed, his expression melting into pure joy as he immediately pushed himself up from the step.

Before you could react, he engulfed you in a big, warm embrace.

Your dad’s hug was warm, familiar, and strong.

He held you tight, as if he hadn’t seen you in ages—even though it hadn’t been that long.

"It’s so great to see you!" he said, his voice filled with genuine joy.

You smiled against his shoulder, hugging him back just as tightly before finally pulling away, keeping your hands in his.

"How was work?" you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He let out a tired chuckle. "Tiring as usual. Long meetings, endless reports, and too much coffee."

You laughed softly. "Well, lucky for you, Mom just made dinner."

Your dad’s expression brightened even more.

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