No, because imagine being married to Katsuki, and his mom doesn't like you.
Mitsuki thinks she knows what's best for her son, she thinks that you're not fit to be his wife, and she never shyies away from telling you that. When you help her cook, she points out how clueless you are, and it's true, because usually Katsuki is the chef of the house, while you wash the dishes. And she goes on and on about how useless you must be, how selfish of you to rely only on his son, who has too many responsibilities with already being a pro hero and now having to baby you.
You try to learn, spending a month trying to learn how to make a whole course meal for them, and when you're confident enough in your cooking skills, you prepare a dinner for his parents. Masaru is nice to you giving a compliment, while Mitsuki complains that you put too much salt, and proceeds to take the dishes and throw your hard work away, saying that she already came prepared knowing that somethings like this would happen. Your husband gets pissed at her, but one squeeze from you, and he sulks back into his chair, letting his mother do whatever she wants around his kitchen, mumbling to you that "it wasn't even that bad".
Mitsuki make it a habit to push you down whenever Katsuki is out of earshot, knowing that it will ensue into a screaming match. She pops up to your shared house every now and then, complaining about anything she finds out of place.
"Didn't had time to wash the dishes? I see you doing nothing, again"
"I don't know what my son sees in you"
"Really? A pile of dirty laundry? What, too lazy to do it?"
"Is there anything you can do aside being pretty?"
And the venom dripping with each word is heavier as time passes. You try your hardest to not fight her, letting her say whatever she wants. It seems useless to fight, but her constant comments are draining you, it's like she's sucking the soul out of you, slowly draining your energy and mental health which starts to reflect into your relationship with Katsuki.
Your husband knows something is wrong. You're less vocal, less affectionate, he sees your smile slowly disappear as days pass, closing off day by day. Katsuki doesn't like this sudden turn, because now, whenever he looks at you, it seems as if you're constantly sad, slipping into depression, ready to burst into tears at any given moment. At first, he blames it on the pregnancy. But the tipping point, when he realizes that something is indeed wrong, is when he leans to kiss you, like usual, and you step back. That's when he confronts you. He's scared, and it can easily be read all over his face when he asks you if you don't love him anymore. You don't want to tell him that the problem is his family. You don't want to cause any rifts in their mother-son relationship, that's also why you've never told him of her hostility toward you.
"It's... I love you, a lot. But I think we need a break? It's the pregnancy I think, you know, hormones and all"
Nah, Bakugou doesn't buy any bullshit you try to sell, and he's not exactly known for giving up, so he insists, presses on the subject until you finally burst, screaming that it's his mother's fault if the relationship is turning sour.
Bakugou listens attentively as you get everything off of your chest, and it clicks quite immediately. Slowly, he remembers every little remark his mother made about you, the lack of acknowledgement toward you on the wedding day, the way his mother always seems to always put you aside whenever around, how she never asks about you, pretending that you don't exist, how she only complains about the things you can or cannot do.
"I try... I've tried my best, but she never seems satisfied! I know I married you and not her, but having her coming here and just shit-talk me is becoming too much. She's right, I'm weak, I'm useless, I'm not worth the time of the day, I'm not fit to be anything just-..." there's a small pause in your speech, and Katsuki's heart breaks with each sentence, fear growing with each word that leaves your lips, "- I think it's best if we... if we divorce. I can't spend the rest of my life in a family that doesn't want me. For two years she did nothing but walk allover me. I tried- I really tried to make it work, but it's too much. I can't handle it, I'm not strong enough."
It takes a full minute to register the word divorce, but when it does Bakugou breaks down, crying, begging for you to not do that, to give him some time to fix it. He promises he'll fix it, he cries with you all night, curling into you, holding onto you as if scared you're gonna leave. He doesn't want to lose you, he doesn't want you to leave his side, he love you too much to just let you go because of his mother.
The next day he goes to see his mother, and a verbal fight begins. He can't believe that his own mother would sabotage his marriage, can't believe that you endured all that shit for two years and never confided in him.
"Because I know what's best for you!"
"The fuck you know? What's best for me wants a fucking divorce now because of you!"
"Good! At least now you can find a real woman"
And that's when Katsuki just, shuts down. He's too stunned to say anything, realizing that his own mother couldn't even bother to see you as a woman. Minutes of silence stretched and Masaru is watching his son with concern. He knows his wife had crossed the line, but at the moment what broke his heart was the pain painted on his son's face. Eerily calmly, Katsuki speaks.
"You're not allowed in my house anymore. I don't want to see you anywhere near my wife. Don't look at her, don't speak to or about her, don't bother calling me ever again. You fucked up, big ass time." Mitsuki just rolls her eyes, scoffing.
"She sent you because she's too scared of confrontation?"
"She doesn't know I'm here"
"Of course. She's probably sleeping in, like usual. Why do you have to waste your time with her? There are woman out there more fit to-"
"The fuck do you want her to do? Lift goddamn weights while pregnant? Build a fucking house?"
This, seems to make his mother stumble on her words. The malice in her voice suddenly disappears, and just stares at her son in pure shock.
"She's- she's pregnant? Why didn't you tell me?!"
"You would've known if you weren't too busy making her life a living hell! But pregnant or not, I don't want you interacting with her."
"Katsuki, it's my grandchild, I have the right-"
"No. You don't have any rights. You think I'll let you around my child when there's a possibility of you talking shit about their mom to them? What assurance do I have that you won't try to turn my child against their own mother?"
Mitsuki stares at him, at a loss of words. She realizes that yes, she fucked up, but all she did was for her son. She thought you're too soft, too laid back, too carefree for him. She noticed how you became lazier in the past months, how now you weren't working, but not even once had she thought that it might be because of a pregnancy.
"No. Whatever you have to say I don't want to hear it." He turns toward the door, ready to leave. "I'm disappointed in you too dad. You knew what was going on, yet did nothing to defend my wife nor had the decency of telling me anything. And I'm serious, stay away from my wife, she has enough stress already."
Mitsuki spends the next months thinking heavily about her behaviour, and realizes that she did you wrong. Awfully wrong. She had been too harsh on you, without even trying to get to know you. She judged you from the very beginning, too quickly, without giving you any chances. And now, she can only watch from afar, your baby bump now impossible to hide, walking hand in hand with her son. She can now see how happy you make her son, how relaxed he's with you, how protective he's over you. She had never thought her son to be the type of man to shower someone in affection, not so openly at least, yet there he was, sitting at the park, with a picnic cloth underneath, while holding you close, both arms securely wrapped around the belly.
Masaru watches as his wife's eyes fill with tears, and there's nothing he can do about it, nothing that he can fix or cheer her up.
"I was horrible, wasn't I?"
As a partner and supportive husband, he knows he shouldn't make it worst by blaming her, but as a father, he can't deny that what she did was indeed, horrible. So, he says nothing, placing only a comforting hand on her shoulder, he too now watching his son and daughter-in-law giggling to each other.
