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Thunderstorms

**No request attached to this. Admin Eun just wrote it and wanted to share it with all of you!

There wasn’t much that Bakugou Katsuki feared, in all honesty. He was brave, but impulsive, and perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing to be. Sure, it could lead to some regrettable things, but overall it provided him with reflexes that had the speed comparable to light itself. Maybe he feared failure like any aspiring hero, or maybe he feared something irrational like the supernatural, but one thing he didn't fear was thunderstorms.

He thought it was stupid, really, to fear such a thing. It was just noise—what was there to be afraid of? Hell, he himself was noise. He was loud and explosive—and with his quirk, that was quite literal. He sat in the common area of the dorms as rain pitter-pattered on the windows, thunder occasionally crashing down after a strike of lightning. Katsuki thought to himself, if anything lightning was the thing to be feared, yet few seemed to fear it over thunder. Lightning was the one that could actually cause damage, so why were so many people scared of thunder more so than electricity? This was one of those things he thought about when he was zoning out or had nothing better to do, but it never really came up otherwise.

 Although it was a Saturday night, it appeared that his classmates had no intention of staying up late like most teenagers would do and had all perviously retreated to their dorms. Perhaps it was the rain that comforted them. Apparently so, as one of his peers, (Last Name) (Name), slept soundly on the couch. Well, not soundly, as every so often they would twitch and let out a groan of discomfort. Now, he’d never admit such a thing, but (Name) was one of the few that he saw as an equal. They were a determined aspiring hero, but despite academics they were…tolerable. Maybe more than tolerable as, no matter how much he’d try and deny it, he saw (Name) as both an equal and perhaps something more than a friend.

 Katsuki made a move to stand up, but before he could, a hand grabbed at his arm. Loosely, so much so that he could simply just walk away with ease, but desperate at the same time. The person it was connected to was (Name) themself, asleep but somehow conscious enough to reach for him. Their fingers wrapped around his forearm, tugging ever so slightly. Katsuki eyed them, biting the inside of his lip. He watched as they squirmed around for a bit before they stopped, eyes opening slowly and staring right back at his own.

 “…Katsuki?” they mumbled, voice rough. He sneered, clicking his tongue. “Who else would it be, dumbass?” (Name) stared at him before parting their mouth to speak. Before the could though, a crash of thunder came down once again, so loud that the building vibrated in its’ wake. (Name’s) fingers gripped down on Katsuki’s arm, nails digging into his skin.

 “Ow! ‘The hell?!” he shouted. When he made a move to walk away, (Name) thrashed about before throwing the blankets off of their body and sitting upright, hand still connected to his arm. “What are you doing?!” Katsuki barked.

 “I…I just—” More thunder came about, this time in a group of two crashes. (Name) squealed and sprung up to cling on to Katsuki’s body, desperately trying to hold onto him as if that would make the thunder go away.

 “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” No matter how hard he tried, Katsuki couldn’t shake (Name) off his chest as they wrapped their arms around his neck and buried their head in his chest. Their legs wrapped around his legs as they rambled incomprehensible sentences, muffled by the sound of Katsuki’s shirt. “Get off!”

 “No!” (Name) cried, only hugging tighter. Katsuki let out a gasp, desperate for air. “You idiot! I can’t breathe!” he wheezed. Despite his complaints, (Name) refused to let go even when Katsuki tried to pry them off.

 “Katsuki! Please don’t leave me alone!” The explosive boy felt a wet spot seep through the fabric of his shirt and felt (Name's) body tremble. His face was warm and most definitely pink, and if anyone else were in this common area to see this happen he’d throw (Name’s) body off of him and stomp away. But it was just the two of them.

 Sighing, Katsuki curtly huffed and steadied the figure clinging on to him by placing his hands beneath their legs and pushing them upwards. (Name) seemed to calm at this, head now high enough to rest on his shoulder. “…You moron. You didn't have to jump on me like that…”

 “…I know,” (Name) sniffed. Katsuki couldn’t help but shake his head at their childish manner, but nevertheless he walked to the elevator and pressed their floor. He carried them all the way to their room before placing them down on their own bed.

 “Are you alright on your own?” he asked, turning to leave. (Name) bit their lip before they shook their head softly. “No. Please stay here, Katsuki.” Although he sighed and complained, he complied. Katsuki took a seat on the side of their bed, resting his head on the palm of his hand.

 “I can't believe you're scared of thunder. What are you—ten years old?”

 “Shut up,” (Name) mumbled. They stared at Katsuki’s back, reaching out for him slowly. When Katsuki felt fingertips press against the center of his back, he jumped up. “Don’t just poke at me like that, you dumbass! What are you thinking?”

 “Lay down with me,” (Name) said, ignoring his screaming late at night.

 “W-What? Are you trying to come on to me or something?”

 “Please?”

 Katsuki stared at (Name) silently for a moment, gazing at the desperate look that they were giving him. Their hand reached out for him, and it was so innocent that it almost reminded him of a child. They were still a bit sleepy—evident from the way their eyes closed and opened slowly. Despite the blush playing on his cheeks, he found himself sighing and removing his house slippers. (Name) smiled in content when Katsuki pulled the covers down and made himself comfy beneath them. They faced each other, (Name's) grin giddy that opposed Katsuki’s scowl.

 “Thanks, Katsuki,” they whispered, hands almost instinctively reaching out to run a hand through his hair. Although he flinched, he didn't stop (Name) as they twirled and twisted his blonde hair around their fingers. Katsuki let out a breath, his body feeling warmer and heavier. His eyes closed, the feeling of hands playing with his hair luring him to sleep.

 “Goodnight, Katsuki,” he heard (Name) whisper. He gave only a grunt in response and found himself drifting off to sleep before he could feel soft lips pressing against his forehead, a final ‘goodnight’ being murmured to him lovingly.

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Hi! I really love the writing on here. Could I please request some angst but with happy ending on how Aizawa would handle an argument with his fem s/o who is also a pro hero? Sorry if this is vague or dumb lol thank you

~Admin Eun

There were few people who knew of Aizawa Shouta’s girlfriend, but those who did know of her knew that the man was hopelessly in love with her. Maybe he didn’t always act like it, but Shouta was completely whipped for her—(Last Name) (Name). They lived in their small but cozy apartment together with two cats and a shared bed. The both of them were pro heroes who worked side by side at night, hidden in the shadows. Perhaps it was like destiny, but with Shouta’s Erasure quirk and (Name’s) Teleportation quirk, they worked almost too well together. Shouta took the liberty of erasing their quirk and then immediately after (Name) would surprise them from behind and apprehend them—a flawless plan every time performed by the flawless couple. 

Well, almost flawless. Like any other couple, they would find themselves getting into small bickering arguments. Usually it was simply from stress or lack of proper sleep, and they knew this, so usually it would just end in late night cuddles and whispered apologies. This time, though, was different. Shouta’s voice was a bit louder than usual, a bit rougher. (Name’s) guard was up more, her arms gesturing around wildly. The two had just come back from the job—a failed job, at that. Neither of them could pinpoint what exactly went wrong, and in all seriousness the villain wasn’t that big of a threat, but something still get wrong, and the bastard was able to get away. The two went home together, neither speaking a word. The silence was almost deafening, but the moment they stepped inside words started slipping from Shouta’s mouth uncontrollably.

“How could you let him get away?” He hadn’t meant to sound so accusing, but judging from the way (Name) recoiled and narrowed her eyes at him, he did. She put her hands in front of her as if it was a shield. “Excuse me? You’re really putting all the blame on me?”

Shouta knew that he should have just let it go—he couldn’t change the past—but he didn’t. “You tell me, (Name). I wasn’t the one that let him slip through my fingers, damn it.” Shouta let out a heavy sigh, pressing the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. He was tired, stressed, and irritable. 

“Shouta, I know I fucked up, but yelling at me for it isn’t going to suddenly capture the guy, so just lay off, okay?!” (Name) spat, removing her hero gear and placing it on the table. 

“Sometimes I think that working a solo job would be so much more convenient,” Shouta mumbled under his breath, reaching for his eyedrops. He looked up for only a moment to see (Name’s) expression twist into one of utter distraught. Her jaw was hung open as she gaped at him and his unwavering face. “Is that really how you feel?” Shouta didn’t respond, a stubborn scowl on his face. (Name) narrowed her eyes, her fists clenched together so hard that her palms and the tips of her fingers became pale. She felt tears start to well up and tried her hardest to push them back. “Then…Then be that way!” (Name) shouted, her face now red. “I-If you want to act so childish, then—!”

“I’m not the one being childish. Look at yourself—you’re hysterical.” 

(Name) was forced to release her tough exterior as she looked at him and his damned face that held absolutely no emotion. “How can you just say things like that, Shouta? Sometimes…Sometimes I just wish that—!”

He stepped towards her, his eyebrows creased together in anger as he glared down at her. “What? What is it that you need to say, huh?!” (Name) began to cower down as he neared her. Internally, she knew that Shouta would never be the type to lay a hand on her, but the way his eyes were so cold made her feel like running away from him. Feeling a tidal wave of emotions weigh down on her shoulders, (Name) slapped a hand on her mouth and began to cry. Shouta recoiled only in the slightest before he was pushed gently away by (Name). She didn’t look back at him as she walked briskly away to their room, the door slamming behind her. 

Shouta was left to stare at the wooden door, the sound of it shutting harshly ringing in his ears. He practically fell on the dining chair, his elbows on the table as he buried his face in his hands. His words were all derived from a heat of the moment ordeal, but he knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh. He made mistakes too, but (Name) never seemed to criticize him. Instead, she would always be there to shower his faces with kisses and whisper words of encouragement to him, just like he should’ve done. 

After all of that, Shouta was too ashamed to go back to their room. He didn’t deserve to share their bed with her. He was left to sleep on the couch with the cats, guild gnawing on the back of his conscience. That was the first time he had done something so shameful, and as soon as (Name) had left him he understood that he acted out of line. He fell asleep on the couch that night for the first time in their relationship, and he couldn’t help but long for (Name) beside him.

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When he woke up, a blanket had been graciously draped over him. There were sounds coming from the kitchen, and a hearty aroma filled his senses. When he took a moment to wake up, he could hear (Name’s) soft voice humming a tune. For a moment, he had forgotten the events of last night and allowed himself to get lost in her singing. Finally, he stood from the couch, the blanket falling from his shoulders. Cautiously, he made his way to the kitchen where (Name) stood over the kitchen counter cutting up green onions. 

Shouta walked over to her, his arms naturally wrapping around her waist. (Name) tensed. “Shouta!” she yelped. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, don’t—!”

 “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Please forgive me. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, and I won’t ever speak to you like that again. I have no excuse for how I acted.”  

“Shouta…”

He placed a feverish kiss on her neck and couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief when he felt (Name’s) hand rest on his own. She set the chopping knife down and sighed, turning around to rest her head on his chest, his heart beat rapid. “I forgive you, love…But know that…I won’t be pushed around, and while I am not expecting you to do so, I want to make that known, alright?” She looked up at him, eyes gentle but serious all the same. (Name) was a strong woman. Empathetic, yes, but she knew what she should and should not have to take, and wasn’t afraid to make such things known.

“I understand, and I agree,” he whispered, voice rough. Still, Shouta couldn’t resist a smile when he felt (Name’s) arms wrap around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. As she pressed her lips against his own, he mentally vowed to treat her how she deserved to be treated.

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Hello, hope you guys are doing great! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could give me a Bakugou x reader scenario where he pines after her in class everyday and she's so oblivious, but it's obvious to everyone in class till the point where it gets so annoying, they just lock them in the classroom till they make out or something? Thank you so much, and have a nice day!

~Admin Eun

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t one to openly express his emotions, and almost always would he keep his emotions other than raw anger or passion inside his head. He didn’t like to show weakness, and to him having any sort of romantic feelings towards anyone was a sign of such weakness he resented. Still, despite the fact that he tried so desperately to keep any feelings at bay, a girl in his class just so happened to bring the damned feelings out of him. Katsuki would like to tell himself that he concealed his emotions well, but the truth was that he couldn’t hide his affection towards (Last Name) (Name) to save his life. Everyone noticed it—well, everyone except (Name) herself, that is. The way his voice would soften when he talked to her, or even the fact that he’d let his steel guard down whenever he was near her…Whatever it was, it was clear that he had a soft spot for her, no matter how much he’d try to deny it. And deny it he did, telling himself that romantic feelings were stupid and meaningless and he’d be better off alone for his time in high school. Sure, there had been boys and girls alike who confessed their feelings for him, but he could care less. In both middle school and high school he’d get a confession at least once a week, but these people to him were naive and didn’t have the slightest clue of what they were getting in to—not that he ever gave them a shot, that is. Not a chance in their lifetime that was far below his own.

This fact made his evident feelings towards (Name) all the more confusing. What was so special about her? And this wasn’t a question rooted from jealousy or spite, but instead genuine curiosity. It wasn’t like she was abnormally talented or at the top of her class—yes, she was a profoundly adamant aspiring hero, but it wasn’t anything record breaking. She was cute, but in a gentle way and certainly didn’t look like the type that would catch Katsuki’s attention. She was a bit oblivious to some things, and in turn she was extremely mellow to others and was generally that way to most things that presented itself in her life.

But…Perhaps this is why Katsuki was so resolute on (Name) and not anyone else. Perhaps her soft nature attracted him to her, or maybe it was something completely different. The boy himself wasn’t even sure why she out of all people made his heart beat and his palms sweat. It made him angry whenever he’d catch a glimpse of her smile and feel himself jump at how utterly enchanting he found it. After a few weeks (Or perhaps it was months? He wasn’t keeping count.) he finally said, “Ah, fuck it.” and decided for himself that if his dumbass heart was going to have these feelings, he might as well just go ahead and act on it. His theory was that anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, so of course she’d agree to a date with him, right?

Well, not exactly. The first day he tried to hint a date with her, she completely brushed it off.

“Hey,” he grumbled as he walked up to her, the sound of students enjoying their lunch break white noise behind him. The only thing he could hear was the pounding in his ears and the only thing he could see was (Name) look up at him curiously, eyes inviting and bright. “Oh, Bakugou! Hello!” she chirped, giving him her full attention. Whenever he felt both her and her friend’s (Raccoon Eyes and Frog) eyes on him, a layer of sweat began to form on his brow line. What was he thinking? Well, obviously he wasn’t thinking or else he wouldn’t have approached her out of the blue in the public eye. Still, he found himself spitting out a jumble of words before he could even contemplate it.

“G…Go out with me this weekend, dumbass!” he shouted. His classmates that surrounded her either let out an audible gasp or a laugh and it made his face turn red in both anger and embarrassment. (Name) pursed her lips a bit, pressing a finger to her cheek in thought. The action was so innocent, yet it made him blush at how cute it was.

“Go out, huh? Well…How about we all go out? That could be fun! Mina, do you want to come along?” (Name) started to converse with her friends, leaving Katsuki jaw slacked in shocked. Did she really not understand what he was insinuating? He saw as her friends nervously tried to decline, obviously understanding Katsuki’s internal motives.

“Urgh, just…Forget it, damn it!” He let out a huff of frustration before he turned to leave, ignoring (Name’s) shouts of protest.

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Try as he did, Katsuki couldn’t seem to catch a break. He didn’t know if she was stupid or just intentionally playing him, but either way it made him want to blow things up out of sheer rage. The humiliation he felt was comparable to the time when he was captured by a villain and that stupid Deku had to be the one to save him, and that was a bold statement. 

“Just be straight with her!” Kaminari groaned. “Seriously, it kind of hurts to watch.”

“Shut the hell up! I’ll kill you, dumbass bastard!”

“I’m just trying to help!”

Katsuki was on the verge of picking a physical fight with Kaminari, but to the electric blonde’s relief, his attention turned to (Name) who had just exited the classroom. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, smiling when she caught Katsuki’s gaze. “Bakugou! Hey!” She jogged up to him with a smile, her text books held tightly to her chest. His friends beside him held in a chuckle when he shot them an icy glare.

“I was actually just looking for you, but turns out you found me instead!” 

He gulped, his mouth parting only slightly. “Yeah…” 

From a spectators point of view, this was simply too mortifying to watch. His friends started to physically cringe whenever Katsuki would mumble out some half-brained response, and truthfully it even made them feel kind of bad to see someone like him act like this.

“Ah, (Last Name), follow us. We wanted to discuss the test with you, is that cool?” Kirishima asked, grabbing Katsuki by the wrist and walking towards the classroom. The girl smiled, nodding. “Sure, of course!” Kirishima allowed Katsuki and (Name) to enter the classroom, the two only a few feet in before the door slammed behind them. Sero was quick to tape the door shut before shouting, “Shoot me a text when you’ve finally done what needs to be done!” The group left directly afterwards, all laughing as they did so.

“The hell? What do you dumbasses think you’re doing!!” Katsuki roared, going to blow up the door. (Name) dropped her books, immediately grabbing his wrist. “No no, Katsuki don’t blow the door up!” she cried. She pulled him back as hard as she could, the force causing Katsuki to turn and slam into her chest with his own. The impact caused the two to stumble back, (Name’s) back against the edge of a desk and Katsuki’s body pressed against hers.

“Ow,” she mumbled, hands on Katsuki’s shoulders. She seemed to shrug their closeness off, but the alternate felt his heart pound out of his chest. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the fact that he had been itching for a situation such as this for longer than he’d like to admit, but Katsuki found himself leaning forward. His lips touched her own, and as soon as he realized what he had done he jumped away.

“W-What the hell was that, dumbass?!” he barked, covering his mouth.

“What—?! M-Me?! You kissed me, you…You…!” (Name) sputtered, face red and gestures flustered. The two were met with a heavy silence before Katsuki sighed. “Fuck, you…You seriously didn’t fucking pick up on anything?”

“What? What are you talking about?” (Name) whispered, voice shaky.

“You really are a dumbass, for fucks sake…” (Name) was about to retort back before Katsuki finally made himself make eye contact with her. He stepped towards her, actions wobbly. “Obviously, I…I feel that you’re…More tolerable than the other dumbasses. A lot more tolerable, that is…So much that I, um, shit.” Katsuki cursed under his breath, lowering his head. (Name) didn’t respond, the boy feeling himself start to shut down at the lack of answers from her. Before he could though, he felt two hands press against his cheeks, raising his head up to meet the gaze of (Name) herself.

“Bakugou, do you like me?”

He almost fell over. “W-What are you, stupid?! What the hell do you think?!” His voice was harsh, but it was only because he wanted to distract her from his unbelievably red cheeks. (Name) stared at him for a moment before breaking out into a bright grin.

“Why didn’t you just say so? You’re so cute, Katsuki,” she purred. He started to yell at being called ‘cute’, but before he could she pressed her lips against his, pulling his figure towards her hastily. He was caught off guard, a rare feat for him. He felt his back press against a desk as she started to kiss him deeper, rougher. Even though it embarrassed him to be in such a vulnerable and submissive place, he still had to appreciate the fact that he could finally kiss the lips that he had been distracted by for a while now.

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Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari all took a while to recover from their laughing fit. Truthfully, they were just being Katsuki’s friends and messed with him. Surely their stupid joke wouldn’t go anywhere, right?

“Ah, it’s a text from Bakugou. I bet—” As Sero unlocked his phone, he was silenced at what his friend had sent him. Three pairs of eyes all rested upon a picture of both Katsuki and (Name), the two clearly disheveled. If they looked closer, they would even be able to see the array of hickeys that rested on (Name’s) neck. The picture was followed by another message.

‘get fucked, shitheads.’

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May I have a match up pls? I’m an INFJ Cancer who’s a nerd for psychology, history, cultures, mythologies, film/animation. My favorite genres are Fantasy & Action/Adventure. I may be an introverted nerd but I’m no pushover. I can be blunt when the time calls for it and I stick up for myself and my friends. (P1)

(P2) I’ve been told I appear intimidating, confident, and mature, but I’m just very introspective, observant, and know what I want. I’m also intuitive, empathetic, smart, determined, stubborn and reliable. I like archery and fencing. While I know how to have fun I don’t like people who kid around too much or too openly. Thanks ❤

~Admin Eun

— Kirishima Eijiro

Kirishima is alike in you in the nature that he enjoyed fun but also found himself gravitating towards people on the more serious side. Although he had friends and could tolerate such behavior, he himself was more of a driven person who was focused on his passions and goals. He wasn’t intimidated by much, so really he never saw you as intimidating. Instead, he was able to see that you were simply an up front and determined person, as well as an intellect who was willing to work for what you wanted. Although you had a more thoughtful side that Kirishima appreciated, he also liked the side of you that was able to empathize with most. He liked that trait in others—that you were able to understand others despite the circumstances. Kirishima thought your interest towards many things that shared more of an intellectual touch great, and if you ever needed someone to ramble your thoughts to, he would be there in a heartbeat.

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Can I request something for Todoroki? An angst scenario where he and his wife have been married for a while but recently he’s started to close himself off and won’t talk to his wife and she can’t deal with it anymore?

~Admin Eun

***TRIGGER WARNING: Cheating and Infidelity***

She couldn’t take it anymore. The household that was once filled with love, joy, and laughter had become bleak. It had become silent, devoid of any sign that a happy couple lived there once.

When Shouto Todoroki had presented himself to (Name) on one knee, a velvet box in hand, she cried. From happiness, from a surge of overwhelming emotion. It was a sunny day in spring, Hanami season fresh and new. The pale pink cherry blossoms were at full bloom and represented an overwhelming beauty. Much like Shouto viewed (Name), in fact. The two were in love. A few years out of high school where they both graduated together, working as heroes by day and sharing gentle kisses at night.

The Hanami party was coming to an end, but Shouto still had one more thing to do. As (Name) stood to clean up after them, he remained sitting before he rose to one knee. She didn’t even notice before he called her name, the word gentle on his soft lips. He presented her with a ring that drew a gasp from her mouth. The band was a pale pink, much like the cherry blossoms, and in the center was a shining opal. Loops and curves ran around the band itself, and embedded in the ring were small diamonds that complimented the opal.

(Name) barely choked out a yes, tears only flowing at a more vigorous speed whenever Shouto took her hand in his, slipping the ring on her finger before he kissed the dorsal of her hand and smiled gently at how much it was shaking.

Their wedding had been stupendous. While they internally both wished for it to be small, the fact that the pro hero Shouto was getting married was enough to arouse a large gathering of reporters and fans all alike. It was held a year after the engagement in Hanami season, cherry blossoms in bloom once again. (Name’s) wedding dress was one ripped from a fantasy. An off shoulder top, lace delicately decorating her bosom. It hugged her waist before flaring out like a ballgown, flowers of more lace lining the bottom.

When Shouto saw (Name), he cried. Silently, of course, but nonetheless emotional.

It was perfect.

But…Perhaps (Name) was an idealist for believing it could stay perfect forever. Or maybe even a fool.

Truthfully, (Name) understood that Shouto wasn’t the most openly emotional person. He held back his words often and didn’t immediately connect easily with others like some of his peers did. When marrying him, (Name) knew this. However, despite this, she and Shouto had established a clear and mutual understanding of one another, of course. They had decided to spend the rest of their lives together, so that was a given. The two had planned their life out almost flawlessly.

However, neither of them could account for the sudden drastic change in Shouto’s behavior.

She didn’t know when or why it happened, but one day Shouto came home after a meeting with his father. Perhaps it was that man that had spurred it on, but looking back on it (Name) figured that it had to be an amalgamation of many things.

“I’m home,” he grumbled. (Name) called out to him in response, but either he ignored her or didn’t hear her as he retreated back to their shared room and finished with the door slamming. (Name) jumped at this. Shouto was never one to lose his composure like that, so of course, something must’ve been bothering him.

She padded down the hallway, knocking lightly on the door. “Shouto, dear? Is everything alright?” She opened up the door to find her husband at his desk, already nose deep in paperwork. Frowning, she walked over to him before letting her arms fall from his neck down on to his torso. When he didn’t respond, she asked again. “Are you okay?”

Shouto stood from his chair, (Name) backing up a bit to give him space. “I’m fine,” he replied blankly.

Frowning, (Name) took his hand in her own. “You know if something is wrong, you can tell me, right?”

“I know. Don’t worry yourself about it.” He kissed the top of her head softly, causing her to smile. At the time, (Name) had simply just brushed it off.

As nights turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, Shouto became more and more closed off. Although the couple rarely ever fought, this was something that seemed to spark negative energy between them. (Name) would get upset that Shouto wouldn’t open up to her despite the two being married, and in turn, Shouto would get upset that she was prying.

“Just mind your own business…”

“‘Mind my own business’?! Shouto, you’re my husband! This is my business!” she shouted, throwing her arms up in disbelief. The fact that he treated this as a minor deal made her even angrier. He sighed and pressed two fingers against the bridge of his nose, pinching it. “No, it’s not. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Shouto, do you even hear how ridiculously immature you sound right now? ‘I wouldn’t understand’? Our job as husband and wife is to be there to support each other, so I want to support you, but you aren’t even giving me that option!”

Shouto was a calm person, both internally and externally. Rarely did he get aggravated or frustrated, but something sparked inside of him that caused his eyes to narrow and his face to flush pink in exasperation.

“Maybe I don’t need your damn support!” he barked. His tone was scratchy and violent. Never had he yelled at (Name) with this volume and the sheer rage that laced his words, such tone being used with namely his father, and it showed. The way (Name) recoiled and took a step back, her eyes widening before they narrowed, glaring at him. “Then why the hell did you ask me to marry you in the first place?!”

He wasn’t thinking. He wasn’t thinking, because if he was, the words he was about to spit would’ve never even crossed his mind, much less left his mouth.

“I don’t exactly know myself, at the moment!”

The outrage and temper that (Name) held before faded away. She felt his words pierce through her chest and into her heart. Her words were regrettable, yes, but his cut deeper than she could fathom. Her pride, however, held the tears that had gathered in the corner of her eyes back. Clenching her fists, she turned from Shouto.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she stomped to their closet, messily throwing whatever was in sight that belonged to her in a bag. She didn’t face him—she couldn’t face him, as she snapped, “I’m leaving. Maybe perhaps when I do so, you can have the precious alone time that I’ve been so rudely depriving you of.”

Slinging the bag over her shoulder and snatching her phone off of the dresser, she left their bedroom and then the house, not forgetting to childishly slam the door behind her.

And Shouto was left alone, the silence and the memory of his words the only company he had.

That night he sat on the edge of his bed—their bed—and buried his head in his hands. They both messed up and said things that they would’ve liked to take back, but the words that left his mouth were pure venom, and he didn’t know where they came from. That night he was reminded of his mother, and how she would be disappointed to see that he had become horrifyingly close to acting like the man he resented the most.

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The next morning she returned. Shouto was asleep in their bed, and (Name) fell asleep on the couch. When she woke up it was a bit before noon and a blanket had been draped over her shoulders. For a moment she was reminded of the kind and gentle person Shouto once was, and that was the Shouto she fell in love with.

That moment wouldn’t last, though. Another fight arose from the two as if it was some sort of drug.

The pattern of arguing, leaving, returning, and then arguing again became too common of a pattern to be considered healthy. Another night, another fight. (Name) left once more, and returned the next morning.

This time, however, would prove itself to be different, straying away from the pattern that had become so frustratingly normal.. When Shouto arrived back from work, (Name) was there just like he thought she would be. But beside her were large bags and suitcases filled to the brim with her items and belongings. Their room lost a sense of character, the only remaining things being Shouto’s own.

“What are you doing?”

She looked at him. Her hand was clenched tightly around something. Her eyes were glossy, and for the first time in an eternity, fat tears rolled down her blotchy cheeks. She said nothing, but extended her hand out to his and placed something cold in it. A key—the house key.

(Name) left, her footsteps and the sound of cases rolling against the floor echoed in his ears.

(Name) had left again. But this time, she didn’t come back for him.