Bakugo Arranged Husband

You sat at the kitchen table in one of those nice robes with the feather lining. You had a glass of red wine in one hand and a book in the other. The house was dimly lit. You had just finished dinner, and there was a plate at the opposite side of the table for Bakugo. It was 8:30 PM, and Bakugo finally arrives home. You say ‘welcome home’ but don’t lift your eyes from your book.