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ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔾 (𝟚/𝟜)

♱ Pairings : Pro hero! Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader

♱ Parings : Pro hero! Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader (They are 24)

♱ Tags : Mentions of misogyny (in a way), mentions of traditions of being a wife, mentions of societal pressure, mentions of breakdowns, mentions of mental well being, Katsuki's anger issues.

All written in bold italics is a flashback.

♱ Synopsis : Realizing how much she had been neglecting herself for the man she loves and is married to, (Y/N) leaves him with the promise to come back once she rediscovers herself. How long would it take for him to break and her to heal? Would it be enough to salvage their marriage?

♱ Warnings : This would be an 18+ story going ahead, so minors. Stay the fuck out.

♱ Saint says : Sorry fellas, no smut in this one. I wanted to throw it in there but, it got too long and this fic would've gone upto 12k words. Wanted to maintain some uniformity and keep it short and suspenseful. Smut's in the next part and this is just the part of the plot.

This chapter is solely focused on Bakugou with snippets of (Y/N) in between. The next chapter would be solely focusing on (Y/N) and what happens between the both of them (´-ω-`)

♱ Word count : 6.5k words

♱ : Unedited. If I find mistakes while re- reading it, I’ll make sure to edit it.

♱ Do not copy, recreate, translate, repost, or edit my works.

♱ Tagging : @donthurtmeimbaby, @ashisbored, @v-mythos-v, @idimmadontgiveashit, @samkysnks, @the2ndl, @aceleb4life, @peacchfuz, @myekim, @bitchyzombienacho, @iloveinej, @seriusamatbois

In case I missed someone, or tagged the wrong account, I apologize. As for the names that i couldn't tag, I tried multiple times and it didn't work. And this is the first I’m making a tag list o(╥﹏╥)o

♱ Part 1 : How long (1/4)

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Staying in bed past his alarms was a first for Katsuki. Staring out the window, he realized this was probably the first time he had stayed long enough to witness the sunrise,when he should be taking his car out of the garage, ready to take the same route he did everyday for gym and then heading straight for work, leaving you alone in bed. Thinking more about it, this was probably the first time he had stayed without you asking him to… did you even ask him to stay or were you afraid he wouldn’t change his mind? Staying still as a newborn in bed, Katsuki’s gaze shifted from the sun outside the window to the golden covers on your side of the bed. Swiping his hand over the place where you would rest, he watched his gold ring shine in the sun. Throwing a leg across the duvet and holding your pillow close to his chest, he thumbed the simple piece of jewelry. While he gazed at his ring, he realized this morning had too many firsts for him.

When had he become numb to the feeling of you clinging to his ring finger? Has he always been like this?

With the buzz of his phone from his bedside table, he picked up his phone, screen lighting up to welcome him to a flurry of texts. Setting his fingers to work, he notified his colleagues and boss that he wouldn’t be coming to work that day. Choosing to stay a few more minutes in bed, he silently admired the view outside the window. A gentle breeze accompanied by the sound of rustling leaves in the wind, clouds that would move from one side of the window pane to the other, a bird or two flying outside. He wondered if you were seeing what he saw while he wasn;t there at home. Letting another cloud go by, he decided he had enough and with a stretch met with a groan, he decided to get out of bed. Walking towards the bathroom and turning on the tap, he turned to take his toothbrush, hand stopping at the realization that there was only one left in the holder. With a breath through his nose, he picked up his toothbrush and continued to do the routine he followed daily, only this time to pick up the razor and stare at himself in the mirror, half of his face covered in shaving cream.

“You should try growing out a beard.” you said with a giggle, rubbing your palm across his face.

“And what made you come up with this idea?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm, taking a sip out of his home made celery juice.

“I dunno… I’m just thinking how you’d look with a beard like Askeladd.” You said, moving your face from one side to another capturing an image of what his face would look like if he had grown a slight beard. “You want me to look like a shitty viking?” he asked with a roll of his eyes as he lifted his hand to take a sip from his glass.

“Why not? Askeladd is hot. Even though he comes off as an asshole at first, he is very mature… it would really suit you Katsuki… besides.” you said, rubbing your hand slightly coarsely across his cheek. “It’s so smooth and it would be fun to rub it with a shari-shari sound. It would sound so crunchy.”

Catching hold of your hand, he gave you a snarl. “Knock it off idiot. I’m not growing a fucking beard.” Withdrawing your hand and placing it under your chin, you simply huffed and said, “Whatever you want Katsuki- chan… now give me some of that juice.” you lunged at his hand that held the celery juice. Holding it out of your reach, he felt your face hit his chest. “Clumsy ass. How many times have you taken sips and said that you don’t like it? Yet you continue to ask for it like some stupid kid.” he grumbled, looking down at you.

“Yet every time I do, you always give in don’t you?” you remarked, snaking your hands around his torso. With a grunt, he brought his glass of celery juice to your lips, letting you take a sip.

“Happy now?” he asked, taking the glass to his lips. Nuzzling your face into his chest, he grimaced at the thought of having celery remains on his clothing. With a turn of your face, you let out a joyful sigh and said. “Thank you suki-chan” with a teasing smile on your lips. Letting out a sigh, he stroked your head while continuing to drink his celery juice, reminding himself that he would scold you when you decided to nuzzle into him the next time you decided to eat or drink something, but this time he would let it go.

‘That time never came, now did it’ Katsuki thought as drops of water from the tap fell into the sink, the razor still in his hand and face covered with foam. Standing still, his gaze dropped to the ring that hugged his finger, glinting on his hand that rested on the marble sink. With an angry groan, he opened the tap roughly and washed away the foam that clung to his face, with a toss of his razor into the cupboard. Moving his face from side to side in the mirror, he watched droplets glisten on the short stubble that had grown from the previous two days. Grabbing a towel from the rack roughly, he wiped the remnants of the foam and water from his face before turning to see the shower door still slightly open. Deciding to take a bath instead of a quick shower like he normally does, Katsuki shed off his clothes and sat on the edge of the tub with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“What do you think of this bath bomb Katsuki?” you asked, holding it in your wet hands while resting against him in the bathtub. “Looks so fucking loud.” he uttered, hand reaching out for the bottle of shampoo. “Don’t you think it would give out some very pretty colors?” you asked, floating the back of your hand on top of the water. Squirting some of the shampoo into his hands, he rubbed them together before leaning forward and applying some of it to the back of your head. “It’ll be a mess to clean up later…” he muttered, rubbing his hands gently through the strands of your hair, careful to not be as rough with it as he was with himself.

Lowering the bath bomb into the water, you heard sizzles before it began to shrink in size. “Katsuki look!” you said in excitement, giving gentle slaps to his knee that was beside you. Leaning forward, he watched as you cooed in excitement at the colors that were released from the bathbomb. “It’s a rainbow!” you squealed, before using a finger to swirl the color around, making a mixed shade of them.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually a child trapped in the body of an adult…” Katsuki said with a small chuckle, resting his chin on your naked shoulder. Reaching out to take one of his large palms into your’s; you brought it to the front, feeling his forearms near your ribs. Scooping up some of the water into his palm, you held it up for the both of you to see. “Now you can say you’ve held a rainbow.” you said as katsuki stared at the array of colors. With a flick of your wrist under his hand that held the colored water, katuk felt the residue water hit his face. “And been smacked by it too.” you retorted with a cackle. “(Y/N)... did you forget who is bigger?” Katsuki asked in a dark voice as water continued to fall from his blonde bangs. Before you could turn around to ask what he meant, you felt a splash of water hit your face as Katsuki lifted both his palms, scooping a handful of bath water, throwing it in your face. You let out a squeal as you felt the water splash, forcing a chuckle out of Katsuki as he let his hands fall and bring them to a rest on your stomach. With a grin you turned to him, “You are the pot.”

Stopping his hands briefly for a moment, he gave you a questioning gaze. “I'm the what now?” he asked in an offended manner.

“You’re the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.” you said with a small smile, pointing towards the colors that had spread from the water around you to the back.

Katsuki could feel his ears grow hot and his cheeks turn pink. “Look ahead idiot. Or I’ll get soap in your eye.” he said in a flustered manner as he continued to wash your back.

The room was filled with nothing but silence. It was comforting in a way, knowing that you would voice out your love with cheesy lines while Katsuki showed his through simple acts of service.

‘Where did we go wrong?’ he thought, closing the tap before the bathtub overflowed. Staring at his reflection on the surface of the water, Katsuki began to feel an alien emotion set into his stomach. When was the last time he had taken a good soak? Throwing the towel on the hook by the door, he climbed into the tub, bulky arms rested on either side of it, legs lying down straight. The silence around him wasn’t the type of silence that the both of you shared when you had taken a bath together. Letting his head rest on the tail of the tub, he let out a frustrated sigh. This was the first time in six months that his mind had been plagued with thoughts of you. On regular days, he would be kept busy with the never ending stack of paperwork, or the chaos around the office when there was a need for a hero to be present, or the hiring of interns and firing of employees. Katsuki was good in the field and that was maybe what had cost him his home life. Business and pleasure were never meant to go together. What he failed at was maintaining the balance between the two. Closing his eyes, he thumbed the ring once more, desperate for more memories to flood across his mind as he felt the warmth of the water around him.

“You look so beautiful.” he whispered, caressing your face, ring adorning his finger. This was a compliment any young bride would receive by many on the day of their wedding, but for Katsuki, it was the day you had officially become his. “Am I to Mr. Bakugou’s approval?” you asked with a small chuckle, nuzzling into his palm. “As long as we live, Mrs. Bakugou.” he replied in a dire voice.

“I’m at my limit Katsuki and I know you. Steel to the bone and you won’t change. Please, just let me have my way. For once. I want to salvage this marriage as much as you do, but I lost myself in it. And I need that part of me back or this won’t last very long.”

He clenched his eyes, holding back a whimper as he remembered the last thing you said before you left home. He hadn’t stopped to ask you where you were going was he?

‘What happened to us.’

Katsuki could feel himself spiral into his thoughts. Temptation of contacting his therapist crossed his mind; given the field of work, there were instances where heroes were meant to be saved from any kind of mindbreak in case they witnessed a gruesome scene while they were carrying out missions. Katsuki had seen a fair share of gore, injuries and remains of citizens who were victims to sadistic villains. Therapy was good, but never would he have realized that being a hero would enter all spheres of his life. Social life had turned into one filled with interviews from journalists, messaging his PR, returning home late after finishing stacks of paperwork. Silence and a warm bed had become his comfort, advice from his therapist had become that of assurance. Food brought in by his assistant had become his meals on the daily. The only sources to channel his anger was by going to the gym or by starting arguments. Curling into himself in the bathtub, he held his knees to his chest at the awareness of how much he had been neglecting you in the pursuit of being the perfect hero. Deciding that he had enough time to soak, Katsuki slipped out of the tub, pulling the plug to drain the water out of it.

Changing into his usual tank top and shorts, he entered your shared room, he checked his phone to see if there were any messages from you.

Notification from Kirishima Eijiro : “Is everything ok, Bakugou?”

Notification from Ashido Mina : “What did you do this time? (Y/N)’s not answering her phone and we were supposed to go out this weekend.”

Notification from Minako : “I’ve notified Deku about your absence, sir.”

Notification from Deku : “Hope everything’s well Kacchan. Don’t worry! I’ll be taking your shift. Take as long as you need and rest up. You deserve it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ.”

Scrolling through the streams of messages from group chats, colleagues and friends, his eyes landed on a message that was timed at four in the morning. Four words and one message, nothing more. “I’ve reached home.”

‘Home.’ Such a familiar yet alien word. Cringing at the memory of you leaving the house, Katsuki tapped on the keypad. “I’m sorry” before deciding to backspace it. Biting his lip out of frustration, he reasoned that it would be better to apologize in person rather than seeming a coward on text. Thoughts rushed through his head, crazed with what he should type back. ‘Did you drive safely?’ “Do you have everything you need?’ ‘Let’s talk this out.’

But the words that rang out the most in his head were ‘Please come back home.’ Home was where your things were; collected over the years from places that held memories of the both of you. Home was where the couch that the both of you fought over was. Home… was where he was.

“Every fucking time I do something for you, all you do is whine and complain about it. Fuck, I don’t even know what is wrong with me and you’re not even there to talk to about it. Is that what this marriage is?!”

Katsuki ground his teeth to keep the tears at bay, fingers tapping harshly on the screen to type. ‘Did you make it okay?’

It was the least he could ask, knowing that he had been resentful towards you beyond reason. Shoving the phone towards his pocket, Katsuki walked to the kitchen. Making sure to tie his apron and wash his hands, he grabbed the chopping board and set it on the kitchen island only to be interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. Sighing in frustration, he took off his apron and moved towards the door. Looking through the peephole, he was surprised to see the person before him. Opening the door immediately, his crimson eyes met with ones of the same color before him.

“Old hag…” he said in a soft voice, the door still partially open, receiving a surprised expression from her in return. “What are you doing here?” he asked in a gruff voice. “Katsuki? Why are you at the door? Where is (Y/N)?” Mitsuki asked, craning her neck to look inside the house.

“She isn’t at home right now…” Katsuki said in a gruff voice. Mitsuki placed a hand on her son’s shoulder. “If that’s the case, I’ll wait for her to come back. Now move! God’s sake it is hot outside.” Mitsuki said in a feigned voice, pushing the bulky man before her to step into the house. Entering the room with a coffee table, Mitsuki set her handbag down, taking a seat with an exasperated sigh with Katsuki standing in front of her awkwardly.

“So… how have things turned out for my brat of a son as the number two hero lately?” Mitsuki asked in a jokeful manner, with a broad smile. Katsuki clenched his fists by his side at the mention of his rank. With a heavy sigh through his nose, he looked down to the floor and mumbled. “They’ve been going good I guess…”

“Okay… and how are things with (Y/N)? Has she gotten used to Tokyo?” Mitsuki asked, bringing her fingers to a locked position in front of her knees.

“I can’t go on without answers, Katsuki. It’s alright for one of us to not be okay with the other once in a while… but it’s to a point where we haven’t talked to each other about it and fixed it along with moving forward. But now? It’s in a state where you’re doing fine and I’m taking the collateral damage. I haven’t asked you the reason for it as my trust and love for you gets the better of me, but how long can I take it till I break?”

“She’s been okay with the place. Got a job as a teacher, teaching the brats at school.” Katsuki said in a shaky voice, feeling the ghost of tears on the verge of spilling onto his cheeks.

“Katsuki.” Mitsuki said in a firm yet gentle voice. Katsuki could feel his shoulder shake, but he dared not to look up, choosing to stare at the floor letting a drop or two of the salty fluid escape.

“You can tell me. You don’t have to hide.” Mitsuki said in a gentle tone, getting up from the sofa, walking in small yet soft footsteps towards her son. Holding his face in her hands, he let the tears finally spill with Mistuki’s hand wiping away each drop.

“I screwed up, Ma. Last night was the fucking peak for both of us. And the last choice I left her with was to leave home.” Katsuki said with shaky breaths, shoulders trembling from fear, anxiety and admittance to what he had done.

With a few moments of silence filled with sniffles and broken gasps, Mitsuki finally spoke. “How bout I make some coffee and curry for the both of us?” she asked, taking his hand into hers, the other pointing towards the kitchen. With a small nod, Katsuki walked behind to the kitchen, choosing to sit on the chair with elbows propped on the kitchen island. Setting a pot of water to boil and two cups on the kitchen island, she filled both their cups with black coffee; something that both of them would agree on instead of fighting when Katsuki was a teenager.

Taking a sip out of her cup, she got a closer look at her son who sipped in silence across her.

Swollen eyes from crying, a light stubble from not shaving… Katsuki was always healthy with his strict schedule to count on; but mentally, he seemed to be displaced. “Katsuki.” she called out to her son; red eyes snapping from the cup to gaze into hers. “How have you been in tokyo?” Mistuki asked, lifting the porcelain to her lips.

Katsuki spent two hours; explaining everything in detail from the days he had missions, to the hours he spent at therapy to the mere minutes he spent time with you for over six months until both their cups had dried out,droplets of the liquid staining the dainty porcelain with the clock striking noon. With her arms folded over the kitchen island, Mistuki let out a heavy sigh before turning to the discarded apron and knife over the counter. “Want to cook with me, brat?” She asked, lifting the knife up. “Only if you wash your damn hands, hag.” Katsuki replied with a huff.

The air in the room was filled with that of a boiling pot and chopping of vegetables as Mitsuki stood next to her son who was adding spices in the pot. “So far, it’s good that you know what you were doing that caused (Y/N) to leave the house. It’s really time for you to shift gears, Katsuki.” Mitsuki said, chopping up the pieces of potato just the way her son liked it. “I get it that you don’t come to visit your father and I, but please don’t neglect your wife for the sake of your job. When a woman takes the initiative of living with you and swears to become a wife to a man, remember she is willing to take responsibility for a lot of things. First to care and tend to the man she is willing to spend her life with, push him as much as she can as she is the pillar of keeping a family together. It is even worse when you become a parent. You begin to place another human before yourself all for the sake of their future that is yet to be seen, but you can only hope for the best.”

“Remember that apart from being your wife and a mother to your children, she was someone’s daughter, niece, grandchild, sister, colleague, friend, boss… She is willing to let those bonds weaken and move onto tasks of being a perfect wife or mother. (Y/N) is as new to a marriage as you are, yet she is struggling with everything on her own. Kid’s got helluva lotta guts which is why I like her.” Mitsuki said with a smile as she slid the diced up potatoes into the boiling pot of water.

Katsuki could feel an uncomfortable choke settling into his throat and eyes turning glassy, fearing the worst of your uncertain return.

“Do you think she’ll come back?” he asked in a shaky voice, feeling his nose burn from the new onslaught of tears.

“Living with you isn’t easy, Katsuki. I’ve done it for twenty years, but being your mother, I can say for certain that (Y/N) would come back. She said she’d marry you for a reason and the fact that she hasn’t asked for a divorce yet proves that she is willing to work on it as much as you are. Just give her time, and everything’ll be alright.” Mistuki said in a calm voice, adding a dash of salt into the pot. “And if you do get a second chance, make sure you don’t screw it up this time, son. Having a family is just as important as having a job, sometimes even more. Yes, it does make me proud to see my son achieving his dreams and being published in the paper… but if it comes at the cost of you being unhappy, empty and miserable then I can condemn your being a hero to hell. The last thing I want is for my son is to suffer because of the job he loves so much. Drop it if the situation calls for it, but please. Don’t let another person be damaged because of this.” Mitsuki said, laying a heavy hand on Katsuki’s shoulder with a squeeze, making sure to let him know that she was serious.

Katsuki could feel the sting in his eyes from the feeling of uncertainty. Would you return as a changed person? Realize that he wasn’t good enough for you and ask for a divorce? The thought made Katsuki want to curl into himself and regret everything.

“Wou- Would she come back different?” Katuski asked, breathing heavily to not let his nose run. “I honestly  can’t tell… but if she did so easily, she wouldn’t be my daughter-in-law, son. I have faith in her.” Mistuki said with an assuring smile, throwing extra chili powder into the pot, stirring it with a spatula.

“I want to salvage this marriage as much as you do, but I lost myself in it. And I need that part of me back or this won’t last very long.”

There was still hope.

“Katsuki, where’s the rice?” Mistuki asked, looking around the spacious kitchen.

“Hold on, old hag. I’ll get it.” Katsuki said with a hint of a smile, hope restored that you would return, walking towards one of the cupboards unaware of the small buzz that came from the silent buzz that came from his phone that laid on the counter.

Notification from (Y/N) : “I did… I’m not sure if I told you but I’m at my parent’s house. Just need to… sort some things and chill out before I come back. I kept the new polish for your boots near the cabinet in case you missed it. Bottle of meds is on the third rack, second shelf in the bathroom.

Love you… and I’ll be going offline for a while. Just… take care of yourself okay?”

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‘Maybe I did type in a bit too much’ you thought as you clicked your phone shut. Then again, you could only voice things out with Katsuki, taking actions had proven to be fatal when you decided to leave the house and go over to your parents.

“Oh my god. (Y/N) wha- it’s three thirty in the morning!!!” your mother said in surprise, breaking her voice into an aggressive silent whisper to not wake your father up.

“ Why are you driving a car and-” your mother asked craning her neck behind you to see a parked car before pausing her sentence, eyeing the duffel bag that was beside you on the doorstep.

“Can I come in?” you requested meekly, the older woman stepping aside to let you into the house. “Did Katsuki -” your mother said before you cut in.

“Is it okay if we discuss this later? I… I’m really tired from that drive and I need a clear head before I decide to talk about this.” you whispered.

With a nod, your mother guided you to the guest room, giving you time to set your belongings while she fetched some clothes that were appropriate for you to sleep in. “It’s okay I have some.”  you assured her, beginning to unpack your bag.

“(Y/N) it's past three thirty in the morning. Jeans do not look comfortable to sleep in. Now, let me go get some nightwear so that you can get some shut eye.” your mother argued, leaving you with no room for discussion.

Changing into your clothes, you settled into the mattress, taking your phone beside you. Scrolling through contacts in the dark, you paused at one in particular which you couldn’t seem to leave alone despite having left your home. Tapping on Katsuki's profile you let your thumbs swipe across his cheeks imagining as if you were really stroking his jaw. Clicking on the text box, you left a message

‘I’ve reached home.’

Delivered : 4 am.

Setting your phone aside, you let sleep take you away.

“What do you mean ‘you typed in too much’?” your mother shot you a disapproving look as she looked up from her book.

“I meant to say that I may have said a bit too much. All he asked was if reached home okay… and I replied back telling him where the meds and the new polish was along with the fact that he should take care of himself…” you embarrassingly muttered. Letting a few moments of silence pass, you watched your mother from the corner of your eye to see her holding back a smile. With a shake of her head, she set her book down, placing one hand on the couch beside her while the other was placed over the backrest of it to support her head as she turned to face you. “It is but natural for a spouse to be concerned about her husband and home when she leaves it unattended. Don’t beat yourself up for it.”

With a sigh of exasperation escaping from your lips, you let your head hit against the backrest of the couch, staring at the wall of the ceiling.

“So… wanna tell me what happened last night that you drove here?” your mother asked with a raise of her eyebrow.

“Why can’t you understand that I’ve had a fucking long day and all I need is some good peace and quiet? Do you have to run your mouth every fucking time about something? If not about dropping shit on the floor, it’s about taking a vacation. When are you gonna learn that not everything is about you?!”

“It was just the final point for us last night. I feel like I might’ve blown things out of proportion for the both of us last night… but I had nowhere to really go. Crashing at Mina’s wouldn’t have gone well as she is a hero too and the last thing I need to do is drag another into the mess I’ve made.” you replied in a small voice.

“We’ve.” your mother said.

“What?” you asked, puzzled. “We’ve. Marriage isn’t a run off the mill (Y/N). It comes with shared responsibility, burdens and obstacles. Katsuki shares just as much as you do. It isn’t a mess you’ve created, but the both of you. You needed to talk and he needed to listen. That’s all there is to it. Had it been done easy and simple, you wouldn’t be here right now. Sometimes even though problems seem very simple, it can result in being very complex to solve. And that’s why things get blown out of proportion. You can’t predict which way life is going to go and what will happen next…which is why it can take turns for surprises, better or worse.” your mother softly spoke.

The turn for the worse was where you had managed to lose an identity for yourself. Instead of being called “(Y/N) sensei” as always, you resorted to being called “Bakugou- san”. You were no longer seen as an individual but rather as a prized possession of someone who belongs to an upper part of society. Not only had you become a part of that identity, but you also had to fulfill the role by being the perfect wife for Dynamight. Obsessed with the duty you had, you truly forgot who you were before.

Getting up from the couch, you were headed towards the storage room, deciding to help your mother to clean out the dusty room that she had been complaining about since noon.

“Where are you going?” your mother hollered across the room as you stepped into the hall with the staircase connecting to the small room that was the opposite to your father’s office. “Just going to clean up the storage room. I’m surprised you cared less for my room in the house and turned it into a godown for the junk you might not need.” you said with a small chuckle.

“It’s not Junk! It has memories. Precious memories.” your mother yelled while you walked away. Climbing up the stars, you made your way to the door. Opening it, you looked around, deciding where you would begin cleaning from. Grabbing a pair of gloves, a mask and cleaning equipment you decided to start cleaning the racks. Whilst dusting things out, you heard a thud of an object fall onto the floor. Picking it up, you turned it around in your hands.

“That’s a tape recorder.”

You jumped at the voice, only to see your father standing in the spot, smiling at what you held in your hands. “When your mother and I would get into a fight or when she went on vacation for too long, she’d record what she had to say… could be anything she is feeling in the moment, could be her talking to a friend or simply things she had to say about me or to me…” he said, fondness showing on his face at the sight of the small device.

Analyzing the device more carefully, you looked at the space within the box noticing that it was empty and asked,

“Do you have any cassettes?”.

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“Whenever you are ready Bakugou san.” the therapist said with a wave of her hand towards him to take a seat. Sitting himself on the plush chair, Katsuki cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the heavy silence in the room.

“So I hear there have been some… misunderstandings with the PR and the press?” The therapist asked in a soft tone.

Over the period of weeks you had been gone, there had been a wind of rumors of you and Dynamight being in a domestic dispute with your disappearance being labeled as a “divorce.” It was a threat to the reputation of the agency. The PR team had settled on Katsuki being the host of a gala where he would have no choice but to bring you. Flipping over the table at the thought of exposing you to the world that you both fought over, Katsuki was fierce about having none of publicity focusing solely on his marriage. With the anger outburst came the need to force him to go for therapy sessions for the sake of cooperation and getting his anger under a leash.

“Would you like to tell me how your week has been going, Bakugou-san?” the therapist said with her hands folded on the table, peering at him through her glasses. Loosening the tie around his Katsuki let his head hang low as he leaned towards her from the chair, elbows resting on his strong thighs. Turning to face her, the therapist was surprised to see a lowly trimmed beard that was on his face accompanied with the usual stoic expression.

“My week’s been shit. First my wife stormed out of the house ‘cause of a spat we had… and the thing I need right fucking now is a way to get her back. The right way. No ‘cause of a stupid PR stunt as an excuse.” Katsuki said with a huff.

“And for how long has she not been here?” the therapist questioned.

“Three weeks. She said she needed time and I wanted to give her as much as she needed. Haven’t called or texted her either ‘cause she’s taking a media break too.” Katsuki said in frustration. “Have you ever thought that giving her a call would maybe do the right thing?” the therapist asked back. With a quirk of his eyebrow, Katsuki implored her to continue.

“Don’t you think that you should make the first move this time?” the therapist explained. Eyes dropping to the floor, Katsuki knew it was time to ask to come back home to him… or at least try.

“Fine. But I don’t want another fucking PR stunt to be the reason my wife comes home to me.” Katsuki said, pushing the chair back with such force it went a few steps behind. Getting out of the door, he was surprised to see Uraraka waiting for him.

“Hi Bakugou-kun. I was supposed to give these files to you from your secretary but her hands were tied so I decided to give them to you myself.” She said with a sweet smile, handing papers over. Uraraka had been on a temporary shift in Bakugou’s agency as the two of them were working on an assignment of a drug cartel bust that had taken place months prior. With the side of the building burning down, causing all the paperwork to be lost, the agency needed as many hands as possible which included those of two heroes as well. Uraraka had been in his agency for over a week, gaining the attention of both men and women. She was well welcomed by the PR as they seized this as an opportunity for the display of healthy public relations of their boss. Katsuki didn’t have the best reputation when it came to joining hands with other agencies, being called out by the papers as ‘too egoistic’ or ‘arrogant’ or ‘loud’ or ‘hot - headed.’ Uraraka fit in the perfect role being an old classmate and someone that Bakugou could respect. And so, he got used to her being in and around his agency, both for the sake of relations and paperwork.

“Yeah, thanks.” he said curtly, snatching the papers out of her hand. “So… I heard there is going to be a gala…” she said, his phone ringing on cue.

“Fuck you want?” he asked in a brash voice, eyeing the name of the caller. Accepting the call, he placed the phone to his ear. “Bakugou- san, as head of the PR team, we are planning to host the gala. We ask you to trust us as this is for good measures. Please cooperate with us and accept the position of being the host of the gala.” the speaker said. Clutching his blonde hair tightly, he let out a frustrated yell before saying,“Fucking fine. Tell me when and where, I’ll do something about it.”

“The gala is tomorrow night. Please make sure to notify (Y/N) Bakugou san must be present at the event as well. It is of utmost importance for her to be there as a supporting figure for one of the top heroes in society. I will be sending her an email regarding this shortly.” the speaker said before ending the call.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! YAMASHITA. DON’T CUT THE CALL ON ME YOU FUCKER.” Katsuki snarled in the hallway, impulses screaming for him to throw his phone on the ground in frustration.

“Bakugou-kun?” Uraraka tried to intervene, seeing how frustrated he was. Red eyes snapping in the direction of the exit, he began to breathe easy and slowly, following an exercise that his therapist taught him when in situations like these. With a sigh he began to walk towards his car, eager to get away from his office, away from the people who worked for him, people who worked around him and most of all… the world that had caused you to flee away from him. Given it had been only three weeks, Katsuki was experiencing the same thing as you did, only to realize that you had gone long enough till you snapped. He felt alive when he was at home as it was the only space left with traces of you. Wedding pictures dangling from nails on the wall, bed that could fit two, some of your clothes in the closet, papers of your work askew, it comforted him. Picking up his phone, he looked at the last message he sent which you haven’t read.

(Y/N) : “I did… I’m not sure if I told you but I’m at my parent’s house. Just need to… sort some things and chill out before I come back. I kept the new polish for your boots near the cabinet in case you missed it. Bottle of meds is on the third rack, second shelf in the bathroom.

Love you… and I’ll be going offline for a while. Just… take care of yourself okay?”

You : Got it. Stay safe and take as long as you need. I’m sorry Tenshi. I’m so fucking sorry, I love you.

Katsuki felt his eyes glaze with the thought of you never returning home.

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♱ TRANSLATION

♱ Tenshi : Angel in Japanese

I love your writing sm! do you happen to have a masterlist so I can binge? 🤭

Masterlist

A assorted list of all of my works so far, more characters will be added in the future if requested. All of these works include SAGAU and yandere themes.

Fluff

Scara’s gnosis

Scara’s gnosis part 2

Scara’s gnosis part 3

Taking in Nahida as your child (Venti, Ei, Zhongli, Nahida)

Smut

Teaching Kunikuzushi about his body

Feral Tighnari

Using tentacles on Xiao, Albedo, Cyno, and Diluc

Fingering with Hutao

Taking care of Chongyun

Threesome with Xiao and Scara

FTM Scara brainrot

FTM Scara brainrot part 2

Angst

You don’t support Scara’s idea to become a God

“Picking __ as your favorite” series

Picking Xiao as your favorite

Picking Scara/Wanderer as your favorite

Picking Kazuha as your favorite

Picking Tartaglia/Childe as your favorite

ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔾 (𝟙/𝟛)

♱ Parings : Pro hero! Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader (They are 24)

♱ Tags : Reader cries alot and is lonely, Katsuki is an asshole in this part (sorry guys, I've been craving angst and fluff), mentions of mental wellbeing, mentions of toxic relationship, yelling, screaming, humiliation and anger.

All written in bold italics is a flashback.

♱ Synopsis : Realizing how much she had been neglecting herself for the man she loves and is married to, (Y/N) leaves him with the promise to come back once she rediscover herself once more. How long would it take for him to break and her to heal? Would it be enough to salvage their marriage?

♱ Warnings : This would be an 18+ story going ahead, so minors. Stay the fuck out.

For the first part there is nothing much to add.

♱ Saint says : It's finally here !! Haven't written bakugou in so long, that I finally did!!

♱ Status : It’s unedited. If there are mistakes while I’m re reading it, I’ll correct it :)

♱ Word count : 4.5k words.

Tag list for this series is open. If you want to be added, feel free to comment below . Please make sure you have your age in your bio or somewhere I can see it (including dms or I won’t hesitate to block you.

Do not copy, recreate, translate or edit my works.

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‘In sickness and in health.’

‘To have and to hold.’

‘To cherish and to love.’

‘Till death do us part.’

“Marriages were matches made in heaven” was a household statement you grew up with.

‘Where did we go wrong?’.

It hadn’t been long since Katsuki and you had decided to tie the knot, but with the way things were going on lately, it sure seems like the bond of matrimony had been dragged out long enough for the both of you to not stay in the same room, let alone stand the sight of each of each other without another argument breaking out.

“Why don’t you fucking go take a vacation by yourself?! Why do I have to be dragged along?” Katsuki yelled from the couch as you scrolled through a list of hotel rooms. “Japan isn’t going to collapse if you’re away for a few days, Katsuki. Heroes would be on a watch like they always have and the country along with its cities would be safe. Besides, it would be a good break for us-” you tried to reason, only to be met with a harsh glare that signaled there was no room for discussion. “What does a school teacher know about a hero? All you do is take care of snot nosed brats who do nothing but run around and play all day.” Katsuki muttered under his breath before turning to leave you in the middle of the room, whilst you clutched your laptop to your chest. His voice was low enough to convince himself that you didn’t hear him, but you did.

Arguments were not new with Katsuki. At first glance, he was loud and brash which women did not usually desire in a man. Patience was key when it came to dealing with him, and overtime, loving him became as easy as breathing.

“I told you to not leave your gauntlets on the floor Katsuki! Look!” you said, lifting the heavy object off the ground, frowning when another scotch mark was added to several. “Would you calm the fuck down? I just got home after a long day of catching some goddamn villain. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with you or your whiny ass.” he retorted venomously, kicking his shoes to the side in anger while throwing his gloves on the rack beside the entrance of your shared home. With a heavy breath through his mouth, he walked past you, not bothering to fix the mess he had made. Hearing footsteps disappear behind you, you felt a tear roll down your cheek, turning towards his messily scattered boots and gloves.

‘He might need them tomorrow’ you told yourself as you bent to pick up the shoes he threw in anger and kept them in their rightful place towards the right shelf that had been specifically designed for them. Picking up his gauntlets and placing them to the side, you stared at the sunken scorch mark into the wood, wishing it would disappear. Instead, it remained there as a memory of the time you didn’t matter to Katsuki.

“Why did you come to the agency? I told you I had a conference and you walked right in the middle of that.” Katsuki said angrily, running a hand through his hair while the other rested on his hip. “I told you I’m sorry. I just came by to drop your lunch-” you said, clenching your fists by your side. “Your lunch just caused a fucking embarassment (Y/N). Don’t you know how long I have dreamt of building this agency?” he asked in a dark voice. Hot tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes as you stood before the tall blonde man. You heard a sigh of disappointment from his mouth before he spoke again. “No answer huh… says alot about ‘my wife’. Go home. You’ve embarrassed me enough today.” Katsuki said, closing the glass door of the office behind him, leaving you in the empty hallway. With a turn of your heel, you made a beeline for the bathroom, closing the stall door behind you, you clutched your hair in despair and stared at the tiles beneath you while your back rested against the door, watching as each teardrop left its mark on the tile. “Did you hear about what happened in the conference room today?” one of the women whispered as she leaned over the sink, re-applying her lipstick. “Ahh… are we talking about our hot boss?” another asked with a smug tone. “More like his wife.” the woman responded. “Apparently, she wanted to drop off his lunch. I swear that woman just wants to keep that man to herself.” she said with the roll of her eyes, flicking the tap to wash her hands. “Are you jealous of Aya-chan?” the woman replied with a laugh. “I won’t deny that our boss is hot Miko. But why choose a nobody when you can have uravity?” she said, closing the tap. “Now that you mention it, Uravity is single and she seems to be a good person in the public’s eye. Our boss certainly deserves a woman of her title.” Miko said with a giggle. Clenching your jaw, you held back your sniffles, hurt by the words they exchanged with each other, not knowing you were there to hear them. You could feel your heart ache with each pulse and your hand shake with each breath, desperate to unlock the door and leave the suffocating stall. With a violent swing of the door, you faced yourself in the mirror, feeling pathetic at the sight of your puffy and bloodshot eyes staring back at you. ‘Maybe he does deserve better.’

You didn’t dare to step foot into Katsuki’s work space again.

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“It’s like I've run out of solutions for this marriage mom.” you said sobbing into the phone while playing with stray pieces of fuzz that came out of the blanket. “Have you tried talking to Katsuki?” asked her tender voice.

“Maybe we should consider counseling?” you said, tapping the wood of the dining table as the two of you sat for dinner. With the clattering of chopsticks against the lacquered surface, you watched from the corner of your eye as Katsuki clenched and unclenched his fist over the table. “(Y/N).” came his grave voice. Never had you thought your own name could be used against you as a warning before deciding to tread dangerous waters. “If it’s with us, we’ll handle it. I already have the agency and a PR on my ass about getting my “anger issues” under control. The last thing I fucking need is my wife crawling up my ass about how I’m supposed to be a good husband.” Katsuki said in a tone that left no room for discussion.

And as always, your only answer was “Okay.”

“Counseling is the last thing he needs right now mom. He gets enough of a burden from the agency as is along with the duty of being a good samaritan and hero. The thing of least concern should be me.” You said softly into the phone.

“It takes two to tango in a marriage (Y/N). You were the one who walked down the aisle that day. And waiting at the altar was Katsuki. You are one of his priorities and you should speak about it. There have been countless times where your father and I have had our arguments and fights. Brushing it under the carpet would do no good. Talking about it would help. I know Katsuki can be brash, but I know I saw something in him when you came home holding his hand. And if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even accept him as my son-in-law in the first place.”

You felt your chest heave with a hitched breath at the mention of “son-in-law”. Memories began to play like an old disc, rewinding back to the day you had taken Katsuki to your house for the first time. It was nerve racking to say the least, given the brash attitude he had which caused older adults to scrunch their nose in disgust, but you knew better than to judge from the surface.

“Are you nervous Katsuki?” you asked, as he maneuvered his car around the corner of your neighborhood. He said nothing, eyes trained on the house that was at the end of the street. Killing the engine as he pulled close, he rested his head against the wheel, back hunched over. Breaths hitting the leather of the steering wheel, you reached your hand behind his back, rubbing it in slow patterns. Nuzzling his forehead further into his hands which clutched the steering wheel tightly, he clenched his jaw with a heavy breath through his nose.

“Baby…” you cooed to him. With the turn of his head, you watched as his eyes were swimming in a sea of self doubt. With the couple of years you spent knowing Katsuki, you knew how to read him at the back of your hand. It was only when there was a potential obstacle in your relationship did he become like this.

“Talk to me.” you said softly, reaching a hand out to his that laid pale on the steering wheel from clenching too hard. With a sigh, he intertwined his hand in yours, letting it rest on his thigh.

“I’ve never done this before. ‘S my first time… Don’t wanna disappoint your parents with me.” he muttered, squeezing your hand lightly. Returning a squeeze back, you rubbed your thumb against the taut skin on the back of his palm.

“Katsuki.” you called out to him in the most gentle voice possible. With the turn of his head, he watched you, eyes shifting from the way your hair to your eyes to the bridge of your nose to the curve of your lips. “My parents will adore you. Sure, you have your rough edges, but… I know you. I’ve seen you work hard day and night, seen the way you’re passionate about doing what you do and keeping on that path you dreamt of as a kid… being you is not easy, Katsuki.”

His eyes widened at your words. Never would he have imagined you to be watching him so close and thinking of his dream as a kid to be a stupid one, taking a completely different path as an adult. Moving his head towards the steering wheel, he reached out his free hand to your face, bringing it close to his. Eyes darting towards your lips, he leaned in for a soft kiss. Unlike other times, where he was eager to show you how much he cared, you could feel how soft and tender it was. Pulling away, you kissed his upper lips before holding both sides of his face in determination. “Ready to go?” you asked with a wide smile. “Let’s fucking go.” he said with a grin just as bright.

“(Y/N)?” your mother’s voice came from the phone you held to your ear. Clearing your throat from the choke up you had from replaying the memory you answered. “I’m here.”

You heard a sigh before your mother continued to speak. “Have you tried talking to anyone about it?” your mother asked in an exasperated voice.

“Oh my god. That villain you caught last week was a rather notorious one. Isn’t that right Arata?” Momo said as she slid her arm around his, her free hand holding her drink. “Heard he broke into a bank last week and had the balls for even taking over thirty hostages too.” Arata replied in a monotone voice, guiding his hand towards Momo’s hip. “Dear! Such crude language!” she shrieked, giving a playful slap to the shoulder while he chuckled.

“Pinky! I heard you had taken down another villain this week who targeted a kindergarten?” one of the reporters asked Mina. “It is important to take care of the little ones who look up to us. The operation wasn’t an easy one as children are easy targets due to them being harmless, but luckily we pulled it through thanks to the cooperation of teachers as well as other heroes.” Mina said, turning towards the cameras that were a sea of flashing lights, eager to captivate the hero who was climbing up the ranks. “Red Riot! It’s good to have you back at the agency!” one of the stocky looking men said, extending his hand forward for the pro hero to shake. “Pleasure is all mine, sir.” Kirishima responded quietly, setting his glass of whiskey down to shake the said man’s hand. You could remember standing awkwardly at the table as pro heroes talked about the work they did. Hardly a conversation for a school teacher to have. While everyone talked about busted drug deals, cartels, lawsuits and cases, you realized that they were a part of a much bigger but different world. Yours seemed to be smaller which had your family, kids studying in school, parents who would attend your conferences to discuss their child’s progress. It was easy to adapt a conversation but it was never easy to maintain it. But yet you continued to understand incident after incident as Katsuki and you stood together, each with a drink in one hand, laughing when the moment was right and humming when someone would pause at their sentence.

“So… (Y/N) tell us what’s been going on with you?” Jirou said as she leaned over the bar table. Fidgeting with the glass in your hand, you spoke. “Nothing much really… been teaching the children at school about Romeo and Juliet.”

A round of awkward looks were exchanged. Eyebrows raised at the drink in each hand with a thought before taking a sip, not knowing how to respond or what to say. “Well… that was tragic.” Kaminari tried attempting to joke before being elbowed in the ribs by Kyoka who thought it was offensive. The pro hero world didn’t have time for Shakespeare. With an awkward smile you bit your inner cheek, making a silent rule that silence during parties like these was golden.

“(Y/N)?” Your mother asked once more, disturbing your train of thought. With a deep sigh through your nose, you gripped the phone tighter before answering.

“All my friends have their own families Mom. And most of Katsuki’s friends work in the same field as him. They went to UA together and most of them are pro heroes. It’s happened times before and it will happen times again where they can’t relate to what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure there are people at school, colleagues that you work with?” your mother asked in surprise.

Moving to Tokyo had been a bad idea. It was away from Musutafu, and had a large and bustling crowd. Shizuoka had been quiet and peaceful whilst the new bulk of the Kanto region was a walking clock. Katsuki’s friends were a common sight to see in Tokyo as that was where the headquarters for pro hero agencies were. You hoped it would be the start of a new life, only to be proven wrong day after day. You tried seizing opportunities of meeting new neighbors, only to be ushered out just as quickly as you were done with greetings. Cubicles in your school office were just as quiet, given the fact that you were in a private one. Colleagues thought you were Dynamight’s trophy wife, hastening their footsteps along the hallway anytime they would run into you. The only person you could say you had a “girl time” with was Mina and that didn't happen often given that she was in the same line of work as Katsuki.

“I do talk to a friend from the agency sometimes…” you said, shifting your position deeper into the couch out of embarrassment.

“You don’t have any friends?” your mom asked in an accusatory manner. “It’s not like I don’t have any. When we moved from Musutafu, I left nearly everything behind including my social life!” you tried defending yourself on the phone.

“(Y/N). Look at the signs. You’ve not spoken to any of your friends, living in a completely new town, and not even found a person to have a social life with?” your mother reasoned.

“At least tell me that you go out… When was the last time you did?” Your mother asked in a grave voice. Your eyes wavered, thinking of an answer of when the last was that you went out.

“(Y/N)?” your mother taunted.

“... The hike with Katsuki.” you replied in a small voice.

“That was six months ago. So you haven’t gone out ever since you began packing your things, or moved there or when you were settled in.” your mother said.

“No.” came your reply.

“(Y/N). I know it’s difficult to abandon nearly everything and move to a new place. But… Why are you adapting to a routine Katsuki set for himself? You should go out, make mistakes, get lost someplace and find it beautiful. It won’t be long till you miss all that and actually need to take care of a child of your own, right?” your mother explained in the softest voice she could, trying not to scare you.

You could feel tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eye as reality dawned upon you. As time passed by, you hadn’t realized that you had lost pieces of yourself, all for the sake of making the man you love happy and content. Each day slowly chipping away what you were previously, leaving you with an empty shell of a woman who was too dependent on your husband. Was this one of the reasons why you thought Katsuki and you got along so well? Was there an individuality to you or were you just lost in the obsession of being your best for him and not for yourself? You began to shake as you wondered, ‘How long have I been living like this’, ‘Why didn’t I notice it earlier’. You felt air leave your lungs, your mind dragging you under water where waves swept you from beneath your feet, causing you to spiral into their deepest depths.

“(Y/N), I need you to breathe for me honey.” Your mother said calmly. “In a sequence now. Breathe in” you heard her inhale. “One, two, three, four… and breathe out.” she said, exhaling with a heavy breath. Sniffling you began to do what she did, inhaling and exhaling until you felt your heart return back to normal the feeling of waves receding into the ocean.

“Alright there we go. You’re doing great!” you other cheered as you gave her a watery laugh through the phone. “Before I go, remember, both Katsuki and you are in this matrimony together. Both of you share the same burden and responsibility both for your actions and for or against one another.” Your mother said in a soft tone. Rubbing the remaining of the tear tracks away from your eyes, you replied in a shaky voice. “Thanks Mom.”

“Don’t worry dear. Everything will be fine. It all works out towards the end… I have to go now, but I’ll call you soon okay?Love you.” she said with a hint of a smile in her voice. “Love you too.” you said before you heard the phone line go dead, ending the call.

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With a drop of his keys and a bang of the door behind with his foot, Dynamight had retired for the day from the agency. Walking across the room, he opened the fridge to grab a can of beer before promptly sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. Hearing the commotion, you made your way out of your shared room, luminated by the moonlight.

“Welcome home…” you muttered in a low voice. With a grunt, he moved to kick his feet up and place them on the coffee table.

“Um… Katsuki?” you called out, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the edge of the couch, far from the corner he sat in. He hummed in response, one hand busy switching channels of the television in front of him.

“Can we talk?” you asked in a timid voice. “Go ahead… I’m listening.” he responded, taking a sip from the can, the noise from the lit screen filling up the room. “Uh… could you turn the volume of the tv down? This is important.” you replied. Not bothering to respond as his eyes trailed from left right, reading the headlines, you sighed, moving around the couch. Shaking him by the shoulder, you spoke once more. “Please Katsuki, this is really important.”

“I said I was listening wasn’t I? God,it’s like I can’t catch a fucking break when I come home to you.” he said in a grave voice, pressing the mute button. “What?” your voice cracked as you spoke, feeling a pang in your chest at every venomous word he said. “Why can’t you understand that I’ve had a fucking long day and all I need is some good peace and quiet? Do you have to run your mouth every fucking time about something? If not about dropping shit on the floor, it’s about taking a vacation. When are you gonna learn that not everything is about you?!” Katsuki yelled. You could feel tears pooling at the waterline of your eyes; not from the feeling of sadness or grief or emptiness, but of rage and humiliation. With a shaky breath, you said, “I want us to go to counseling.”

“This again? I already said no.” Katsuki said firmly. Biting your tongue in defiance, you parted your lips. “Why not?” you asked as you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. “I am not going for a check on our marriage. It’s been going great so far and I don’t need shit to hit the fan for both of us with this.” Katsuki reasoned, waving his back and forth between you and him.

“You think this marriage is fine Katsuki?” you asked bringing your wrist to wipe away at the tears collected on your cheeks and under your chin. Acknowledging your question with a glare, he turned away from you. “I don’t have time for shit like this.” he said arrogantly, crushing the can in his palm. “When do you even have time for anything anymore? It’s always about work, work, work. Do you know how much I sacrificed for you?!” you yelled. “You don’t even fucking care about anything. Do you ask me how my day was? Do you ask me if I’m eating well or sleeping well? Do you even bother to remember me by when we live in the same fucking house?!” you continued, walking towards him. “Day after day after day” you said, jabbing a pointed finger towards his chest, “I have done nothing but take care of your best interests. Not only have you humiliated me as a person, you don’t even acknowledge me as an equal. If I can respect you as a wife, why won’t you recognize my wishes and effort as a husband, Katsuki?!” you said, fury threatening to bubble to the surface.

“Every fucking time I do something for you, all you do is whine and complain about it. Fuck, I don’t even know what is wrong with me and you’re not even there to talk to about it. Is that what this marriage is?!” you cried as you shoved him back. “Tell me.” you shoved him. “Tell me.” you shoved him thrice. “JUST FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY, KATSUKI !!!” you yelled at the top of your voice, causing him to take several steps back. With nothing to say back, you felt your shoulder heave up and down from the intensity. Your ears felt like they were on fire. You watched as Katsuki stood still, breathing hard from the hits that you gave him.

“That’s what I thought.” you muttered, before going to your bedroom and packing a duffel bag. Grabbing essentials, you changed into casual clothes, grabbing your purse from the hook. With heavy footsteps across the floor, you opened the door, letting moonlight flood into the living room.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked from the corner of the room. He hadn’t moved from the spot of the argument followed by the outburst. “Just taking a couple of days off… maybe more.” you said, lifting a foot to step out of the door. “It’s one in the morning (Y/N). Just get the fuck back in.” Katsuki said with the wave of his arm. “I can’t go on without answers Katsuki. It’s alright for one of us to not be okay with the other once in a while… but it’s to a point where we haven’t talked to each other about it and fixed it along with moving forward. But now? It’s in a state where you’re doing fine and I’m taking the collateral damage. I haven’t asked you the reason for it as my trust and love for you gets the better of me, but how long can I take it till I break?” you said with a sad smile.

“Just please (Y/N). Let’s go back to bed and we’ll discuss this in the morning.” Katsuki tired once more, daring to step closer to you. Dropping your bag to the floor, you almost gave in.

Almost.

But your mind wouldn’t let you, choosing to let you relive those memories where he would shout, yell, scream and ignore you. Hugging his torso, you pulled him close. “I’m at my limit Katsuki and I know you. Steel to the bone and you won’t change. Please, just let me have my way. For once. I want to salvage this marriage as much as you do, but I lost myself in it. And I need that part of me back or this won’t last very long.” you said in a low voice. Katsuki could hear his shaky breath, knowing that heart of hearts, he was breaking. Circling his arms around you, he hugged you back.

“You promise to be back?” he asked in a hopeful voice with glassy eyes, caressing the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t know how long, but distance would make the heart grow fonder of you.” you chuckled, letting a few tears slip.

“Alright. Do you want me to drop you?” Katsuki asked, grabbing the keys. Placing a gentle palm over his strong forearm, you pushed it down with a silent no.

“It’s best if I do it alone.” you said, grabbing the keys from the bowl instead. Kissing him goodbye on the cheek, you walked out the door, not daring to look back, knowing that you would stay.

Revving up the engine of the car, you pulled out from the driveway, while Katsuki watched you silently from the window, hiding his figure silently behind the curtain. Driving along the dark roads of the city that never slept, you thought about just how far you were willing to break yourself for the man you love.

Enough to still love him through each crack.

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I read fics, I get very specific vibes, I get this specific vibe from @dabisqueen ‘s Dabi, do not ask me why–

I’m also keeping him good night.

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Xenophobic abuse will not be tolerated, Russians do not want this war any more that everyone else

Friendly reminder that fan-made content (fanart, fanfic, fanvids, etc) are:

extremely time consuming. Remember someone actually took time out of their life to create that, time they could’ve used to, idk, sleep, for example

entertainment you’re consuming for free. I can’t stress this enough: you’re enjoying someone else’s craft for free. You paid exactly zero money to look at/read/watch it.

S H A R E D  with you, not made for you. This is the most important point: someone created that, put it online and you found it. No one forced you to consume that fanwork, you C H O S E  to do it. 

Whenever you feel like leaving a mean comment, anonymous hate or make a ~clever post about how ‘lol look at all of these overused tropes every fic writer crams into their fics’ remember you’re being a dick to someone who shared their work with you. You’re not being funny, you’re not being edgy, you’re not being brave for calling something out - you’re being a dick.

LMFAOO

posting this before i stare at it so much that i hate it

Bunny Lucifer