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lia-jones · 2 years

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Resistance - Evol: Chapter 23 - Owen

Author's note: To @ashisbored, who gave me the brilliant idea of writing an Owen-focused chapter. I hope I did it justice. Lots of love to you, my dear.

Also, dear readers, if you haven't read chapter 22 yet, scroll down. This is the second chapter of the week.

Of all the days of the week, Saturday was definitely Owen's favorite. There was always something fun to do on Saturday, and Mom and Dad were always at home, their phones and laptops off and put aside.

When he didn’t have soccer matches, which were always exciting because he got to see his friends and Dad would always take him for ice cream after, he and his family would go to the market and find something tasty to cook for lunch. But there was something that he absolutely loved, that didn’t happen on a Saturday. It made him jump with joy as he put all his ‌schoolbooks into his backpack. The weekly chess game.

“I’m coming.” He ran to the living room, finding his father watching an old movie while holding a glass of whiskey. “I’m here.” He panted, smiling.

“Are you done with homework?” His father looked for the remote, turning off the TV.

“Yes.” He nodded enthusiastically. “I only had an assignment from Mrs. Burton. The rest I did at the hotel.”

“Let’s go then.” His father carefully removed the chess game from the cabinet, careful not to drop the pieces. “I believe yours were the whites?”

“Yes, and it was your turn to play.” Owen sat across from his father at the dining table, the chess game between them.

“If I recall correctly, I was about to get your horse.” His father teased, holding a piece in his hand.

“But you can’t, or I’ll get your bishop.”

“Well done.” His dad smiled. “You are becoming a very interesting adversary.”

“Yeah, Mom’s not really good at it.” They both chuckled.

This was what Owen loved about the chess games. He felt like a true gentleman, just like his father, playing a game of intelligence and strategy as they bantered and teased each other. He felt like the man he wanted to become, all that he could see in the adult in front of him: smart, elegant, strong.

His father paused again, lost in thought. But it was probably not about the game, his eyes weren’t fixed on the board as usual. He was sipping his whiskey again.

“By the way, how is she?”

“Mom?”

Dad cleared his throat, moving his piece to defeat his horse. Owen’s eyes focused on the board again, trying to figure out his father’s plan.

“And your bishop is gone.” Owen removed the black piece from the board.

“Is she doing well?”

“You don’t know?” Owen waited impatiently for his father’s next move.

“She has been busy finishing her thesis. We have little time to talk.”

“Yeah, she’s been staying up late working all week long.”

“How do you know?” His father frowned. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed sleeping by that time?”

“I woke up thirsty one night.” He shrugged. “It’s your turn.”

Dad turned to the chessboard again, although he didn’t seem as interested anymore. He moved his tower. Owen smiled.

“I’m going to win.”

“What else?”

“What else? I’m getting your tower and putting your king in jeopardy.” Owen moved his tower. “Check.”

“What else about your mother? Is she just working, or is she doing something else?”

“I think she’s taking Krav Maga lessons again. I heard her talking to Levi on the phone.”

His father looked at his watch, drinking the rest of his whiskey.

“Maybe we should put the chess game aside for now and start dinner.” He took the chess board and returned it to its place in the cabinet.

“But I was winning!”

“Check is not a win. You don’t know what tricks I may have up my sleeve. I may still save my King.”

“You’re right.” Owen pouted. “Can we have pasta for dinner?”

“Macaroni and cheese with broccoli?” His father raised a brow.

“Yes!” He beamed. “Can I help?”

“Can you grate the cheese without hurting yourself?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Fair enough. I’ll have you as my sous-chef and evaluate your performance later.”

Owen loved cooking with his father. He had an apron just for him, and his father would always make an italian accent every time they cooked pizza or pasta. Mom would always joke and say he was a mustache away from being a Super Mario, which always made Owen laugh and his father blush, pinching her arm playfully.

And although it was fun to cook with his dad, his mom wasn’t there, so it wasn’t as fun.

“You sound like Super Mario!” Owen teased on his mother’s behalf.

But his father didn’t blush, and he didn’t tease him back. He pursed his lips, turning them into a sad smile.

“It’s better when Mom is around.” Owen pouted a little.

His father turned to the sink to wash the broccoli.

“You’ll see her again tomorrow.” He spoke after a long time.

Owen remembered the time Mina died, and his mother told him that maybe he should not bring it up for a while, because missing someone can hurt very much. So Owen dropped the subject, grating the cheese instead. It was clear Dad was missing Mom too.

“My name is Owen Lee and I live in Loveland. I have already lived in many houses. The first house I lived in was with my biological mother, who died when I was little. Then I moved to the orphanage with Miss Dillon, and she found another house for me, but the lady didn’t like me very much. So I went back to live with Miss Dillon again and the other kids until I found my forever family. So I moved to my Dad’s house in Loveland, a large apartment in a building that even has a caretaker, Mr. Andrews. He gives me candy sometimes. But now, my Mom has become really busy with work, so she needs another place where she can focus, so I have two places to live now. One is the hotel apartment where I live with my mother, and the second is my father’s apartment, where I used to live forever. The end.”

“Very good, Owen, good job.” Mrs. Burton patted his head. “Anyone have any ‌questions to ask Owen?”

“Are your parents divorced?” Jenny raised her hand.

“No, they’re not.” Owen explained. “It is only an experiment, because Mom has a lot of work to do and she needs to focus. It’s only temporary.”

“Is your father very loud?” Michael chimed in.

“No, I don’t think he is.”

“Then why can’t your mother work in the same house as your Dad?”

“Yeah, don’t your parents work at the same company?”

Owen froze, not knowing what to say. He didn’t fully understand the “experiment” his parents were in, he just knew what they had told him.

“Alright, children, maybe we should leave the questions for later and go to recess.” Mrs. Burton intervened. “Go get your snacks from Mr. Linton at the cafeteria and I’ll see you in 30 minutes.”

Owen sat by the cherry tree, absentmindedly turning his apple in his hands. His friends were waving at him from afar, but he didn’t feel in the mood to play soccer. Jenny sat next to him.

“It’s ok if your parents are having a divorce.” She looked at him. “It’s not as bad as it seems. My parents are divorced. Timothy’s parents are divorced too. And Gary’s mom is already married to another man.”

“My parents are not getting divorced.” Owen shook his head. “My mom wouldn’t lie to me. She would tell me if they were.”

“Ok.” Jenny shrugged.

“How is it like?” Owen eyed the girl sideways. What if she was right?

“Well, my mom explained that sometimes adults stop loving each other and they go live different lives. It’s kinda cool, actually. You get two Christmases, and you get a lot more presents. And they spend more time with you, when it’s just you and them.”

Owen let out a sigh of relief. No way Mom and Dad had stopped loving each other. He could see that they missed each other. If they missed each other, it could only mean that they still cared. And as he came to that conclusion, the subject simply slipped his mind.

Mom was the one picking him up from school that day. He almost missed her among the crowd of parents piling up at the school gate. Her curls were gone, and her hair was a little darker.

“Mom!” He threw himself into her arms.

“My little bug, I missed you so dang much!” She picked him up, throwing him in the air. “How was school? I want to know everything about it!”

“Your hair is straight!” He picked up a strand of her now light brown hair.

“Just trying something new.” She smiled. “How do I look?”

“You look beautiful!” He beamed at her. “Dad won’t recognize you when he sees you, you look so different!”

His mother gave him a soft smile, putting him on the ground.

“I thought we could walk home to the hotel today, maybe pick up some takeout on the way.” She took his hand as they started walking. “What do you feel like eating?”

“I had pasta yesterday with Dad. He made the Italian accent.”

“Nice.” His mother chuckled. “So no Italian food today. What else can we have?”

“Hot dogs?”

“Hot dogs are not very healthy, Owen. Can you think of something else you’d like?” She stopped. “Oh, hi, Levi.”

“Hey gorgeous!” Levi was suddenly standing next to them, pulling his mother for a hug. “And hi, little guy, how are you?”

Owen remembered Jenny’s words, and how she had told him Gary’s mom was married to another man now. And then he remembered how his father got the last time they ran into Levi. He immediately hated him.

“Fine.” He answered grumpily.

“Oh, is someone having a bad day?”

“I’m not sure…” Mom looked at him, frowning.

“Anyway, I hope to see you this week.” Levi shook Mom’s shoulder. “You slacked for a while. Your posture needs working on.”

“I’m not sure I can make it this week.” She tried to keep Owen steady as he pulled her arm.

“Is your husband working you hard? Gotta tell Victor you need some me time too.”

Oh, the audacity. Owen just wanted to kick him in the shin.

“I want to go home, Mom.”

“Just a second, Owen. We are on our way.”

“But I want to go NOW!” He screamed.

“Owen!”

“It’s ok, I should go too.” Levi pulled her for another hug. “I do hope to see you at the gym!”

Owen watched Levi leave with a sense of duty fulfilled. He would make sure that guy wouldn’t get near his Mom again.

“Are you ready to explain what happened just now?” His mother turned to him, looking slightly mad.

“I’m sorry I was rude.”

“You were very rude.” She scolded him. “But I’m more interested in why. That’s not like you at all.”

Owen looked downed, feeling ashamed. Yes, he had done the right thing by scaring the other man away, but still he had been impolite. His father would surely had done it differently, elegantly, without getting a scolding in return. He hadn’t been a gentleman at all. Mom walked with him in silence, crossing the park where Owen usually played soccer with Dad. She took him aside to sit on a park bench.

“Did you have a bad day at school? Did someone pick on you?”

“No.” He shook his head, afraid to ask the question.

“Come on, Bug.” Mom stroked his cheek. “Whatever is bothering you, you can tell me.”

“I don’t like staying at the hotel.” He finally confessed, his eyes glued to the ground.

“You don’t like it there? You’d rather stay somewhere else?”

“Why do we have to do an experiment?”

“I told you, Bug. I need a little while to be alone to think and to focus on my thesis.”

“Why can’t you do it at home? I promise I’ll be very quiet, and Dad will be quiet too. We can make the meals and do all the chores and you can just stay in your study and work.”

“Owen…”

“I just want to go home.”

His mother paused, making him look up. She looked sad.

“You want to stay with Dad?”

“No, I want to stay with you and Dad!” He grew frustrated. Why couldn’t she understand him? “I don’t want you to get a divorce.”

Mom blinked at him.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Jenny says adults sometimes stop loving each other, and they go live in separate places. It’s called a divorce. And then we get two Christmases, and sometimes the mother marries another man.”

“I see.” She nodded. “So your reaction with Levi…”

“You’re not marrying him, are you?”

Mom laughed. That made Owen’s heart feel a lot lighter.

“Levi? God, no.”

“You’re not divorcing Dad, are you? Or make me have two Christmases.” He looked her in the eyes, trying to understand what she was feeling. “It’s nothing like that, right?”

She paused.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” She got up from the bench. “And you know what? I actually feel like having hotdogs. As long as we have some soup before.”

“Deal!” Owen jumped. “Can it be carrot soup?”

“Sure, we’ll stop by the grocery store…” She turned to her purse. “Wait, I’m getting a call.” She looked at the phone, slightly confused, answering it. “Victor?”

She listened silently while his father spoke on the other end of the line, her expression turning to a worried one as she looked at him.

“I’m sorry, buddy.” She gave him a sad smile. “It looks like we’re not having hot dogs after all.”

“How do you want to do this?” Dad held the cardboard box.

Owen held his mother’s hand.

“We make a hole in the ground and we bury him.” Owen said. “Did you bring some candles?”

“I did!” His mother took some small candles from her purse.

His father took the small gardening tool, digging a shallow hole and inserting the cardboard box in it.

“Do you want to cover it?” He turned to Owen.

“Yes.” Owen kneeled on the ground. “Mom, light the candles, please.”

He covered the box with dirt, and Mom lit two small candles, placing them next to Mr. Lobster's burial place.

“He lived a good life.” She smiled at Owen. “He was a happy lobster.”

“Do you want to say any last words?” Dad spoke as he wiped off the dirt of his hands.

“Yes.” Owen closed his eyes, feeling the solemness of the moment. “Mr. Lobster, when I first came home, you were my very best friend. You couldn’t say anything back, because lobsters can’t talk, but I know you listened. And while I was still getting to know Mom and Dad, you made me feel less alone. I don’t know if God has a heaven just for lobsters, but I hope He does. And if He does, I’m sure you are there. Thank you for being such a good friend, I will miss you.”

Owen heard a sniffle behind him. Mom and Dad were tearing up.

“It’s ok.” He smiled. “I’ll miss him, but he had a good life. And I’m pretty sure lobster heaven exists.”

Owen was sad, but he knew that most of all, it was important for him to be strong. He wanted his parents to be proud of him and not to worry. They looked so sad already, even before Mr. Lobster died. He wanted them to be happy.

“What do you feel like doing now, Bug?” Mom kissed his forehead. “Should we get home?”

“Can we still go for hot dogs?”

“Of course we can.” She smiled, offering her hand for Owen to take. “There’s a place on the way home. Go kiss Dad goodbye.”

“Can he come too?”

Another pause. Mom and Dad glanced at each other, using that silent language only they knew, and Owen couldn’t understand. After a while, Mom spoke.

“Sure he can.” She smiled. “Would you like to go with us for hot dogs?”

“It will be my treat, then.” He motioned them to follow him to his car. “I’ll drive. I know a place that has the best hotdogs in town.”

After a short five-minute drive, they were sitting by the lake, enjoying the hot dogs Dad had promised. And he was absolutely right: they were delicious.

“Now that’s something I never thought I would see.” Mom joked. “Victor Lee shoving down a hot dog.”

“This isn’t just any hot dog. This is the hot dog. Artisanal bread and sausages, exquisite relishing…”

“How come we never came before? They really are delicious.”

Owen observed his parents, the initial tension between them gone. It felt good, just like before.

“We always preferred to cook at home, together.”

“Which is how we got the lobster in the first place.” Mom laughed.

“What does cooking have to do with Mr. Lobster?” Owen asked, intrigued.

Again, Mom and Dad looked at each other, the silent communication between them.

“Well, you know some people eat lobster, right?” His father started. “Like some people keep fish as pets, and still we eat fish sometimes.”

“That’s because they are ignorants.” Owen countered. “They don’t know how cool lobsters can be, and how smart they are. Mr. Lobster always greeted us when we got home.”

“Yes, he did.” His father looked at his hotdog.

“But what does cooking have to do with Mr. Lobster?”

“Well. In all honesty…” His father hesitated.

“Back when we were dating, your father took me to this restaurant.” Mom chimed in. “And Mr. Lobster was inside a tank, waiting to be picked by a customer to be cooked. But I started looking at him, and felt sorry for the poor guy, so Dad bought the lobster, took him home and kept him as a pet, saving him from the pot. And that’s how we got Mr. Lobster.”

Owen’s heart swelled with pride.

“You saved him?!?” He smiled at Dad. Dad looked at Mom, a surprised look on his face.

“He did.” Mom nodded. “He knew I would be sad if Mr. Lobster died, so he saved him for me.”

“Dad’s a hero!”

“He did something pretty special, yeah.”

“So did you.” His father replied.

Owen had no idea what they were talking about anymore, but it didn’t matter. They were smiling at each other, with that look in their eyes, and that was all that mattered.

Owen felt his eyes getting heavy on the way home, the motion and silent buzz of the car pulling him into relaxation. As his eyes were closing, he heard his mother talk.

“Poor little guy. This was a rough day for him.”

There was a beat of silence, and Owen almost drifted off, until he heard his father speak.

“Did you tell Diane?”

“No. Did you tell Goldman?”

“No, but he asked about you. Which was exactly what led me to think you didn’t tell his wife.”

“I thought maybe… At least until we know exactly what we want to do, maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone. You know, to avoid any gossip.”

“Until you know exactly what you want to do. I already know what I want.”

“Victor…”

“You put us in this position. You are the one who needs to figure things out.”

“Fine, sure, let’s disregard all the lying and all the secrets and just blame it all on me. I can take that.”

Another beat of silence.

“That’s not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, I don’t want to fight either. Not today.”

“I agree.”

“Your hair looks different. It looks good on you.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m actually the one who should thank you. For covering up for me.”

“In the end, it was a very nice gesture. It doesn’t matter how it started.”

Silence filled the car again.

“You’re still wearing it-” His father almost whispered.

“So are you.”

“Like I said, I know what I want.”

Even with his eyes closed, Owen couldn’t help but smile. His parents still loved each other. Mom hadn’t lied, it was just an experiment, and it probably wouldn’t last long. They wouldn’t get a divorce.

And that knowledge lifted the heavy weight from his heart. He just wanted to have one Christmas. One with his family together.

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔾 (𝟛/𝟜)

♱ 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, strong/ vulgar language.

All written in bold italics is a flashback.

MDNI. Minors stay the fuck out.

♱ 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?

♱ Word count : 8.9k words

♱ Warnings : 18+ content. Cunnilingus, unsafe sex, emotional sex, dacryphilia (kinda) , overstimming, mentions of body hair, cream pie, car bonnet sex.

♱ Mentions of accidents, near death experience and blood

♱ Status : Unedited. If I find mistakes while re- reading it, I'll edit it.

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

♱ Tag list : @donthurtmeimbaby, @ashisbored, @v-mythos-v, @idimmadontgiveashit, @samkysnks, @aceleb4life, @the2ndl, @peacchfuz, @myekim, @bitchyzombienacho, @iloveinej, @seriusamatbois, @s0y-mi1k-0

Apologies if I tagged the wrong account. The ones that are unliked wouldn't work 0T^T0 (I tried)

Links for other parts : 1/4 , 2/4

Time and tide wait for none.

It was a common phrase used in Literature, but none knew the true meaning of it until they themselves had had the taste of the experience. Four weeks could change a lot in a person; the question left to wander about was, was it for good or for worse? Sadly, only time could tell, yet it waited for no one.

On the first day of being away from home, you felt light, but guilty of the fact that you had chosen to run away from your problems rather than stand your ground and face them. Raising your voice during arguments against Katsuki was not uncommon, but to lose your temper? It only happened during a blue moon.

The first week began with a break from everything; which included social media, going to the school to teach and instead investing more time into yourself coming to terms with the fact that this was self care and not selfishness. The thought of removing the rings from your finger had crossed your mind, but your heart wouldn’t allow it, clenching at the thought of taking off the belongings Katsuki had given you on the day you had vowed to live a life together.

With the cleaning of the attic on the second day of the first week, you found your father and mother’s tape recorder, making a mental note to buy empty tapes so that you could record some things you wished to say to Katsuki with the sliver of hope that maybe he would change and have the patience to listen this time. Every day you would look forward to doing something new with one of them being to cut your hair. Staring at yourself in the mirror as you sat in the chair that faced the mirror, you knew you were ready to abandon a part of yourself on the impulse of cutting your hair. When a woman cuts her hair, it means she was willing to change from who she was. Never would you have thought such a small act would be of such a large significance as you walked out of the saloon after thanking your stylist for she had turned you into a new person.

Hair shorter now, you decided to go shopping for clothes for that was another way a woman could change. With katsuki’s black card secured into your purse, you knew you could shop to your heart’s content, maybe more; but it was merely a choice. Walking in with bags filled with clothes and setting them on the floor, you were satisfied with what you had purchased. Although it was cheap and not the expensive outfits Katsuki picked out or bought for you, you were happy that you were finally beginning to function independently rather than depend on him. Presentation mattered as it created the first impression about you in a person’s mind, one of the reasons why Katsuki would pick out clothes for you, his parents working in the fashion industry merely added as a bonus. Picking out clothes from the rack and among clothing hangers, you realized how taxing the hero world could really be. It not only demanded the blood, sweat and soul of your husband, but it also demanded that of you too. Just how many spouses were dragged into this world where they could possibly see the last of their lover each time they walked out of the door?

Not only was the harsh truth of the hero weighing on your shoulders but so was the guilty choice of leaving Katsuki to fend for himself when he could be injured. You knew he hated Hospitals; neither could you stomach the number of times you prayed by his bedside, hoping he wasn’t at heaven’s door. Even at your parent’s home, there would be times when you would turn away from the screen of the TV either muting or opting to switch channels when the news anchor would begin to talk about the latest hero news or fights that were caught by reporters or cameras. Was it really a poor role on your part as a wife to hold a grudge against her husband who had dedicated more value to the lives of citizens, his stature in society and the hours of work he had dedicated his body to only to return home exhausted and find the few moments he had with you as a burden? This was a life you had signed up for. You had decided to carve that rule into stone the day you had decided to marry him. What had given you the right to turn away when you knew that there would be hard times such as these. Being a hero and a husband was not an easy feat, but your heart was greedy and you wanted much more.

What you forgot was the fact that alongside being the wife of a hero you were also a teacher and maybe… a mother one day. Would the life of your child, if you were to have one with Katsuki, not be as important? Considering these factors in hand, you were relieved to live in a space far away from him, hoping that you would make the right decision when the time came. During those four weeks, you also attended a counselor, something you made a mental note of to do in the future even if you returned home. Sessions made you tired and sleepy as revisiting certain memories or instances or the pressure hero society had put on you were too much at times, causing you to fall asleep for a couple of hours when you reached back home; you looked forward to staying awake at night and recording tapes that you hoped Katsuki would hear before you went to bed once more and rise to another morning without him beside you. As days went by, you learnt to start taking joy in small things once more, often treating yourself to an ice cream or talking to an occasional stranger in a park.

“(Y/N) sensei !!” you heard a shriek behind you. Turning back, you saw a girl who was no older than twelve, dragging the hand of her younger brother with her mother following them in a haste.

“Ahh Yumiko!” you said with a chuckle as the girl smiled at you. “This is my younger brother Hikari! I haven’t been seeing you around school lately… and everyone in class was asking about you! Thinking ‘Where did sensei run off to?’ We were all worried if you had left without telling us, so we were all on a look for you! But now that you are here, I am so relieved!” the younger girl blabbered as her brother stared at you. “Yumiko! Let us not bother Bakugou san. It’s rude to call out strangers behind their backs!” Yumiko’s mother scolded while the child pouted. “Bakugou… san?” Hikari repeated, eyes squinting. “Hikari! She knows Dynamight!” Yumiko said, shaking Hikari’s hand. “Dynamight!” Hikari squealed as he looked up to you, eyes filled with excitement and wonder. “Now now, Hikari,” Yumiko’s mother said, bending down to take his free hand into one of her own, “We mustn’t bother Bakugou san… I’m sure she has many other things to do and we must be on our way.” Yumiko’s mother said with a pleading smile as she ushered the smaller framed child in the opposite direction. “Bye (Y/N) sensei! We really hope to see you in our classes soon!” the girl said, waving goodbye. Waving gently towards them with a smile on your face, you began to continue your way home as the sun had begun to set.

Living with your parents reignited childhood memories where everyone would sit around the table to eat; it was also the first time you hadn’t eaten alone as nights were lonely with nothing or no one to talk to but the wind and emptiness of the house you lived in. Sure, it was the dream house every woman in Japan wanted along with a handsome and successful husband who earned a lot of money that was more than enough for three or maybe four people to live a life filled with luxury; but at the end of the day, it was just an empty building you lived in along with a marriage that was on the verge of falling apart.

Recording voice tapes whilst laying in bed and staring at the ceiling had become one of your favorite pastimes, speaking about anything and everything from the way your days had begun to the times you had therapy to just speaking about things you wished to have in the future; it had started to become a daily routine with each night ending on the note of pushing the stop or the pause button. With one tape finishing, you would put it away in an empty shoebox, only to bring out another one and put it back in. Soon, you had nearly filled the empty shoebox with many tapes; some of them were long while the others were short, each playing a different memory and words you wished to convey to Katsuki.

Days went by and you began to feel you were in a much better space, opting to go home at the end of the fourth week.

“Bakugou (Y/N) san,

We cordially invite you as host with Bakugou Katsuki san for the fifty eighth hero gala. Details for the evening have been listed below. We humbly request to please be present for the evening.

Regards,

Dynamight Agency.”

Pushy yet subtle. Your lips dipped in a frown at the end of the email. The gala was scheduled for the next day and you had nothing to wear. ‘Why didn’t Katsuki say anything about this?’

Admitting it was a mistake on your part for cutting off contact with everyone, your heart clenched in thought at the status you now held in Katsuki’s eyes. Had he labeled you as a runaway not worth working on? Holding your phone close to your chest, you felt it vibrate. Pulling back at the lit screen, you were surprised the name of none other than your husband had flashed across the screen. Jumping a bit back in surprise you stared at the contact as your phone continued to ring.

‘Should I decline it or watch it ring?’ The phone continued to vibrate within the palm of your hand. ‘Maybe he would give up after the first call.’ you thought in agony. But it continued to ring.

Deciding to answer the call instead of declining it or not answering it, you spoke into the receiver.

“Hello?”. Upon the utterance of the salutation you were met with the sound of a shaky breath.

“Tenshi?” Katsuki whispered in a scratchy voice. You felt your breath hitch; hearing Katsuki’s voice. “Hi,” you said gently. You heard a noise come close to a grunt from him along with shuffling in the background.

“How… how have you been?” you said, scratching the back of your neck in awkwardness.

‘Were you alone without me?’

“There have been better days… How have you been?” he asked, voice raspy, swallowing the spit that was beginning to build at the back of his throat.

“Been doing okay… Went shopping, doing lots of new stuff… I feel like I’ve set my pace now…” you said, relaxing into the sofa near your window as you looked out into the quiet city.

“That’s good to hear,” Katsuki said, clearing his throat.

Letting a few moments pass by in silence with nothing but counts of breath, Katsuki spoke again.

“Tenshi?”

“Hm?” you responded immediately, with a raise of your eyebrow at the sudden nickname that was only used during rare times. “Is it okay if I video call you?” Katsuki said, biting his lip from nervousness. Your lips broke out into a small smile as this sparked a hope that your husband was willing to try. “Sure.” you responded.

With such a simple answer, you were surprised to see your phone vibrate with a call from Katsuki, this time with your face in the picture. Tapping over the answer button of the call, you set your phone on the window pane, waiting to see Katsuki’s face. Upon illumination you were met with the unusual sight of a blonde haired man with a trimmed but noticeable beard. Eyebrows furrowing to get a more clear view due to the camera moving around the other end, your eyes widened at the sight of Katsuki who was squinting from the sheer amount of light that came from his illuminated screen.

“(Y/N)?” he said, eyes narrowed as he blinked brearily into the camera.

“Who are you and what have you done with Katsuki?” you asked, biting your lips to prevent your laughter.

“Fuck off…” he said in a small voice with betraying smile at your remark.

“You sure puberty didn’t hit you again or you’re keeping the beard and it’s not a phase?” you said with a laugh.

“Haha, very funny. Someone’s on a fucking roll with the way I look now even though the same damn person suggested it…” he said with a roll of his eyes, lips forming into a playful angry pout.

“Well… it does look good on you, and I like it.” you said, ruffling your hair out of the state of nervousness. Crimson eyes scanning your face, his lips parted to talk.

“Did you cut your hair?”

Grabbing a lock of your hair, you looked at yourself in the camera with a meek smile. “Yeah… I had it cut three weeks back… might’ve grown a little…” you said with a small laugh. Letting a few moments of silence pass as Katsuki continued to look at your hair he spoke once more. “Can I take a look at the back..?”

Taking your phone to the side of your head, you angled it towards the shortened length at the back. You could hear a sound come out of him that was similar to a sigh before you brought the phone back to the front of your face.

“It… it suits you. You look as pretty as you did before… maybe more happy…” Katsuki said with a sad smile.

“Katsuki… being happy without you was not the reason why I left…” you said in a gentle voice, eyeing the man on the other side of the camera.

“But you do look better without me…” Katsuki said as his eyes glazed with a layer of salty tears.

“I won’t deny that I was sad and lonely without you… but I’m here to take the blame as well. Maybe if I had done something about it instead of being too dependent on you, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to step out of the house. Maybe if I was more grounded and put my foot down instead of being pushed over with things like your hero work…maybe something would have changed. Even though we are bound by marriage, you and I are two different people Katsuki… and sometimes during cases like this, it is a time of need for one to adjust. Only difference is… none of it worked… until the both of us snapped. The only healthy thing we could use at the time was for one of us to step back… and that’s what I did.” you explained. Silence washed over the both of you as Katsuki stared at you. He was the first to break the silence.

“I thought you were gonna leave me.”

Eyes widening at the declaration, you used both your hands to hold the phone as if you were talking to him in person instead rather than on video. Trying to find the right words, your lips pursed into a thin line.

“Why would I want to leave you…” you cooed to him. Biting his lip with one hand on his phone while the other ran through the short beard on his face, Katsuki breathed in a shaky breath before answering you.

“My mom dropped by the house the day after you left. Knocked some fucking sense into my head…I just… I didn’t realize just how much of a burden I had left on your shoulders. I was caught up in my own problems and yours seemed so small compared to that, that it didn’t seem to matter... Belittling someone was something I thought I had left back in UA... when I was still learning how to be a good hero… seems like some of us don’t change for the better huh?” Katsuki said as teardrops began to roll down his cheeks. Staring into your screen you felt your nose burn from the onslaught of tears that were bound to break loose as you watched Katsuki’s body shake from the heavy breaths and sobs that had begun to escape him.

“Katsuki… look at me.” you said with a firm yet tender tone; catching the blonde’s attention as his bloodshot eyes stared into your’s. “Let’s save this conversation for home, okay?”

His eyes widened at your words. Wiping his runny nose with his forearm, he looked at you.

“You’re coming home?” he asked, bashfully.

“Well… therapy is about a two hours' worth of drive, but my life is not here Katsuki. This is a home I have moved on from. My life is with you now, and besides that you will need me for tomorrow evening…” you said with a small smile on your lips.

Eyebrows furrowing into the camera, katsuki gave you a grave expression.

“I don’t want you to come here because of some stupid gala (Y/N). I can host it alone if I have to-”

“Not without me you can’t. I left home for my sake and you had to pay the consequences of it with the name of your agency being mentioned in tabloids. I don’t want your reputation taking a hit for the sake of me, Katsuki. When I decided to marry you, I also knew what it would demand of me. And at best, it is the right thing to maintain a balance. You can’t leave everything for the sake of me and neither can I for you. If it takes one gala to sort things out, I am willing to attend it.” you interrupted.

“Why are you selfless for me… I don’t even deserve it.” Katsuki said, turning his head to the side from shame.

“You take care of more than a million people in Japan, Katsuki. That itself is a self sacrifice; yet there is no one to do the same for you. So, lean on me. I might not have a quirk and I might be just a school teacher… but I do have what it takes to keep up with you.” you said with an ear to ear smile.

Giving a small nod after being convinced of your decision, Katsuki relaxed into the couch behind him.”Do you want me to come pick you up? I can do that.” he said, stroking the screen of his phone with his thumb, desperately wishing you were near.

“There won’t be a need for that. I plan on driving in the morning and you have work tomorrow. Besides, I don’t have a dress and it would be like killing two birds with a stone if I decided to pick one up along the way. What you need is sleep… you have eye bags and dark circles under your eyes; and I feel sad because you didn’t take care of yourself while I was away.” you said sadly, thumb swiping under the image of his eyes in thought of what he had been through once you left.

“It was time where you put yourself before me, (Y/N).”

‘You’ve changed.’ Katsuki thought with a small smile. People had always changed for the worse, but he thanked his luck this was not the case. The days and nights he spent wondering if you would ever leave him now came to a standpoint of it being written in stone that you weren’t leaving him; yet the question still stood if you were there to stay. Deciding to leave that pestering thought for the night, Katsuki rolled onto his side, resting the phone on the armrest of the couch.

“Don’t sleep on the couch, it’s bad for your back.” you said, getting up to sleep in your own bed.

“Whatever… doesn’t feel the same as sleeping in that bed. Need the couch till you get back.” Katsuki slurred as he laid down folding his arms. You felt your lips curve into a gentle smile as this one of the rare cases where Katsuki had shown you a shade of his vulnerability.

“Alright… get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” you said, pulling the covers up your feet.

“Could you stay? At least until I fall asleep?” Katsuki pleaded in a small voice, tucking his chin into his chest, shy at the words that betrayed his tough exterior.

“Of course…” you replied, watching him ease into sleep as his eyes began to shut and his shoulders began to fall into his rhythmic breathing.

‘I love you so much, Katsuki.’

“Don’t you think the back is a little too high?” Ochako said as she turned around to look at herself in the mirror.

“It is the latest dress that was designed by none other than Kawakubo Rei herself. It fits in the image for the event tonight Uraraka- san.” her assistant Junko said, analyzing Ochako’s figure in the mirror.

‘Can it get me a man who is taken by another?’ she thought. Working alongside Bakugou had its pros and cons, but the thing that attracted Ochako the most was his masculinity. Katsuki was a perfect description of the kind of man she desired. Strong, dependable, smart with a fire-like personality. There were men who had thrown themselves at her offering their money, inheritance and anything that could be easily bought, yet her heart yearned for more. Sadly, the man she wanted had already married another. Ochako felt envious whenever she would see you. You had contradicted the type of woman she had built in mind for Katsuki. You weren’t by any means successful, rich or even had a quirk that could save people. You didn’t belong in the hero world. And after you had left him by running away from home, her envy had grown into hope. Hope that she could get close to Katsuki, hope that she could be noticed by him and hope that she could stand beside him. Seeing him at the office this morning, she knew there was something different about the way he looked. He looked relieved after a really long time; including the fact that Mina had waltzed into the office happily at the fact that you were indeed attending the gala for tonight. Looking at the dress in the mirror, it had contradicted her gentle like appearance, the color of the gown being black littered with sparkles of beads, complemented with a tube top like appearance and a slit that ran down from the expanse of her thigh to the bottom of the dress. With the sound of the bell ringing on opening the door, she turned back to see you standing in the section of gowns, looking for a dress.

Looking through the dresses, you were determined to find one that was meant for the evening. Combing your hands through the different clothing hangers, your fingers stopped at a white coloured dress. Taking it off the hanger, you went before the mirror to see how it would look on you.

“Can I help you, miss?” the store attendant asked, coming behind you. “Yeah… Can I try this outfit out?” you asked, handing out the dress. Bringing you before the changing room, she held the dress out to you. “I’ll need to help you with the zip at the back…” she said and with a nod, you closed the door of the changing room behind you. The dress seemed to hug your figure well, but it needed to be zipped at the back. Stepping out of the changing room, the attendant helped you with the back of your dress before asking you to step onto the pedestal that was in front of the mirror.

Looking at the dress, you felt beautiful. Turning around you saw the dress was littered with exquisite beads that glittered under the light where you stood.

“This is the one and only existing piece made by Tae Ashida. Showcased on the Tokyo runway last sakura season. It suits you.”

As much as it was beautiful, it was also expensive. Yet, image mattered in the hero world. Deciding to use the black card on this one occasion, you had already made up your mind on buying the dress. “I’ll take it.”

Standing at the billing counter, you handed over the card when a stranger stood next to you. Looking to your side, you were surprised to find Ochako. “Uraraka - san” you said with a small smile. Ochako returned your plight with an awkward smile of her own. “Bakugou san… you’re back in town?” she asked, taking her bag from the counter. “Yeah… How’ve you been?” you asked with a gentle smile. “Supporting the hero society… as always.” she said curtly before grabbing her bag and heading towards the door. Your eyebrows knit in confusion at her reply.

“Thank you for shopping with us Bakugou san” the attendant said, handing you your bag with a polite bow. Returning the gesture, you stepped out of the store into the parking lot, heading for your shared home this time.

Dropping your packed bags on the doorstep, you dug into your purse to find the key to your house. Opening the door to your shared home with Katsuki, you entered, eyes wary of the space around you. Closing the door behind you, you walked the empty hall, coming to a stop before a wall where the pictures of your days together hung.You tilted your head in confusion finding the spaces of your wedding photo frames to be empty. Walking away from the wall with a sigh, you moved towards the couch to find it in a disarray. Picking up the discarded blanket, you were surprised to find a bunch of photographs out of their frames in spaces between the couch. They were taken on the day of your wedding. Looking at the coffee table near the couch, you saw a filthy sight of empty ramen cups, empty glasses that seemed to contain alcohol.

Just how much of a mess had Katsuki made of himself when you were away?

Thinking that you would sort the matter out once you were done with the gala, you planned to take your own sweet time with Katsuki, either comforting him, hurting him or confronting him. There was a lot left unsaid on the night you had decided to leave, it was only a matter of time before you had decided to open Pandora's box once more. Gathering your packed bags along with the dress you decided to clean up the mess made beside the couch and change into your attire for tonight was the time to turn things around for your husband.

Long days were not foreign to Katsuki. With the passing of each day away from you, he had become accustomed to the feeling of feeling empty and alone just as you had. He was against the idea of a gala to get you back home, but he took it as an excuse to get you into his arms again anyway. He knew the conversation between the both of you once you returned from the event was to be dreaded, but he was also looking forward to facing a reality where you were and he wasn’t alone. Entering the house, he was surprised to find the spot where he laid in misery to be clean. Photos were back in their frames, Ramen cups were in the dustbin and glasses were washed and kept in their cabinets. With the sound of steady footsteps making their way down the staircase, he looked up to find you in a stunning dress, with a small pout playing on your lips. Dropping his suitcase and duffel bag near the end of the staircase, he took hesitant steps towards you, making his way up the flight of stairs. Coming near you, he reached a hand out to touch your face. Using his other hand, he pulled you into him, breathing in your scent.

“Katsuki… we have to leave.” you said with a chuckle, your hands joining at his back to return the gesture. “It can wait.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Let me take a good look at you.” he said, pulling away from you to look at you. Turning around, your eyes looked down at the zipper which needed to be pulled up. Eyes following your gaze, Katsuki cleared his throat, fingers fiddling with the zip, until you heard the sound of it being slide up.

Twirling around with a shy smile, you came to a stop before him. Taking your hands into his, he thumbed over your wedding ring, glad that it still remained where he had left it. “So fucking beautiful” he said, leaning into you for a kiss. Feeling his lips brush against your’s, Katsuki pulled you by the neck into him till your chest came against his body. The tip of his tongue had parted your lips before it slipped between your teeth to meet with yours. The kiss was filled with nothing but the raw emotion of two lovers who were reunited after eons. Pulling away from the kiss you gave a playful smile, patting your hands on his chest; a silent signal for him to stop. “We have a gala to attend, might I remind you Bakugou san. It would certainly be a shame for you to miss the opening of such a night.” you whispered with a cheeky smile.

“Fine… even though I told those idiots to not call for the gala. But after, I get to have you all to myself.” He said stubbornly, hands around your shoulders.

“Of course.” you said with a shy smile, stepping to the side. “I’ll wait downstairs. Get ready and we can leave.”

With a nod, Katsuki turned to the shower room, ready to get dressed for the eventful evening that laid before the both of you.

“Dynamight san, it is rather lovely to see you!” Momo said as she extended a hand towards Katsuki as he curtly shook it, one arm secured around your waist. “Bakugou san, it is a joy to see you this evening! You look stunning in that dress.”

“Thank you Creati san. You look beautiful yourself.” you returned the compliment with one hand clutching your purse. Katsuki and you were the model couple for the evening, with him wearing a simple crisp white shirt with rolled up sleeves, black dress pants along with a pair of brown shoes. To the media, it was as though it was the perfect cover of a magazine for the gala, but it was far away from being picture perfect for the responsibility that came with it often led to the exploitation of the said happy couple in tabloids. Compared to the grandiosity of the event for the evening, these things seemed trivial which could be fussed over later.

Entering into the grand building of the agency, Katsuki was the first to take the floor for welcoming all guests as host. “I also give the equal amount of credit and importance to my wife who has had to take care of me during difficult times. She is equally as important a member to hero society as any other hero who stands in the ranks with me.” He said, extending his hand towards you who stood beside, causing the flash of cameras to move towards you. Reaching a hand down to hold yours you felt him squeeze your palm, letting you know that you weren’t alone. The evening was followed with a round of drinks for all guests and interaction. Entering one of the rooms, the guests had a pleasant time with waiters carrying around their empty glasses, ready to bring them more.

The evening had been going swimmingly well for nearly everyone except a certain hero who drank alcohol out of her glass in bitterness, eyeing the host couple for the evening in envy.

“Ochako… slow down. You won’t be able to make it home at this rate!” Tsuyu said, one hand on her shoulder. Ochako couldn’t understand where this burst of anger and spite had come from. She wanted to blame the alcohol for her envy, but knew that it was more than just the burning liquid. Getting up from the table, she made a beeline for the restroom, unable to stand the sight of Katsuki standing next to you with one hand secured around your hip.

Getting into the car, Katsuki laid his head back against the plush leather of the carseat. Looking over to you he was met with the sight of you leaning your head into the side of the window, watching as the guests left for their respective cars from the building. “Oi…” Katsuki called out to you in a gentle tone. Turning to face him, you gave him a gentle smile in response.

“Did you have an enjoyable evening, Bakugou san?” you asked, playfully.

“Only because you were there, Bakugou san.” He said with a signature smirk. Extending his arm until his calloused fingers touched your skin, he leaned into you, kissing your lips. Pulling away from the peck, you watched as Katsuki’s face contorted into that of disappointment. “I thought you were waiting to reach home?” you enquired.

“Can’t. I’ve waited long fucking enough to get you back.” Katsuki growled, leaning across his seat to claim your lips once more. Putting both of your hands on his shoulders, you pulled away from him. “We can’t do it in the parking lot of this building! The journalists haven’t left yet… and we also have to sort some messes out before doing something like this and-” you nearly moaned as you felt his hand grip your thigh. “Fine.” he said, licking a stripe up your neck, pulling away to rev the engine of the car. Staring out of the window, you watched buildings in the crowded city of Tokyo pass by until you had appeared in the forested region, which had a steep yet steady climb. Turning to Katsuki, you watched as his steady hands turned the wheel of the car, eyes trained on the road ahead of him.

“Where are we going Katsuki?” you asked, looking ahead. “You’ll see,” he said with an all knowing smirk.

After a while of driving, Katsuki pulled to a stop near the edge of what seemed like a cliff. Opening the door on his side of the car, he quickly moved around the bonnet of the car, pulling the handle roughly, asking you to step out. With a gentle breeze, you watched in awe at the sight before you.

“Tokyo looks beautiful at night doesn't it?” he asked, resting his back against the car.

“How did you know of this place?” you asked, turning around to see him with a gentle grin.

“Used to come here a lot. On nights that I couldn’t sleep, I’d take her out for a spin…found this place.” he said, tapping the hood of the car.

“Are there no people here?” You asked. “Barely.” Katsuki quipped.

“It’s got quite the view…” you said, folding your arms as you stared into the city. Stepping away from the car, Katsuki walked around you, stopping before you, blocking the view of the city before you. Walking into you, you were forced to take a step back. With every step Katsuki took, you took a step back until he cornered you into the bonnet of the car. As he leaned forward, you leaned back, resting more of your weight against the metal of the bonnet. “I promised to take you, didn't I?” Katsuki said with a smirk, hand inching towards your thigh. You felt your breath hitch when Katsuki’s fingers began moving up the inner sensitive skin of your thighs. “Katsuki…” you complained, pushing his hand away with futility. It wasn’t until he had begun rubbing through your clothed slit his eyebrows furrowed at the rough texture that lay under the cloth rather than the smooth texture of your skin. With the quirk of his eyebrow, you spoke, holding his hand up, entwining his calloused digits between yours.

“I didn’t come with the intention to have sex with you Katsuki. I figured this would be the night where we could talk, maybe sort things out but it didn’t work.” you said with a sigh of heaviness. Pulling his wrist away from you, he placed his fingers under your chin. Tilting your head towards him, you felt his warm breath fan over your face.

“Something as little as body hair won’t stop me, tenshi.” he said with a small yet genuine smile. Taking your palm into his other free hand, he placed it on the side of his cheek, nuzzling his trimmed beard into your hand. “Can I take you?” he asked.

“Only you can bring me to my fucking knees, tenshi. Can I have you? Prove to you how much you fucking mean to me?” Katsuki cooed and pleaded in a small voice into your ear, his voice low and raspy, only for you to hear. With your free hand, you traced the contour of his back, hand entwining into his hair, fingers scratching softly at his hair. “Love me, Katsuki.” you whispered.

Setting you onto the bonnet of the car, Katsuki took off your shoes, making your feet more comfortable against the metal of the vehicle. “Lay back.” Katsuki said, pulling your legs towards him, setting your thighs onto his shoulders. Looking up at the stars in the sky, you felt Katsuki’s heated kisses trail from your calf to the back of your knee, his low beard tickling your skin. You drew in a shaky breath, feeling his cheek nuzzle against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, mouth leaving a trail of kisses. Setting his tongue to action, Katsuki licked the warm skin of your thigh, heightening your arousal. Pulling away from your body, he drew a needy whine out of you. Perched on your elbows, you watched his nimble fingers pull at the underwear that lay beneath your dress. “Patience.” he said with gentleness in his eyes, lurking with lust as he eyed your arousal. Pushing your dress up, he brought the lower half of your body to his face. Laying gentle kisses on the plush skin of your stomach, he moved towards your needy core. Warm breath fanning over the delicate skin, he slid his thumb over your wet slit. Pulling away the tip of the calloused digit, he watched in awe as the string of your arousal glistened under the moonlight. Sticking the finger into his mouth, he moaned at your taste, craving for more. You moaned as you felt the flat of his tongue tease the entrance of your dripping pussy. Hands circling around your thighs, he spread your wet cunt before him, admiring the mess you had created from his ministrations. “Katsuki… don’t tease me” you huffed. Vermillion eyes gazing into yours, he extended his tongue out, tip moving from the bottom of your pussy to your sensitive clit. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your dripping core, he pulled out moan after moan from your lips. Fingers pulling at your folds, he exposed your clit. Blowing over the sensitive bud, he felt your leg shake. Giving it a few experimental licks, he proceeded to swallow it, tugging at your clit with every suck. You felt your elbows give out, hands finding their purchase into Katsuki’s hair. Tugging at the roots of his ash blonde hair elicited a breathy gasp from him, causing him to nuzzle his head sideways into your core, nose brushing against the bush you hated. Katsuki felt his pants become tight at the sight of your chest heaving from the sheer pleasure he had given you. With every lick of gratification, you felt your back arch away from the metal of the bonnet, eager to watch Katsuki take you. Each time you tried, you felt his hand crawl higher to rest on your abdomen, silently telling you to lay back while he did as he pleased. You could feel yourself come close to an orgasm from the sounds of his licking and sucking, the pressure building down your core, ready to snap and let go. Before you could have your way, you felt his hands move away from your body. Looking down, you saw him stand up, pulling at his crisp white shirt, exposing his chiseled body.

Getting up into a sitting position over the bonnet of the car, Katsuki placed himself between your thighs. Taking your hands into his, he placed them on his chest. Craning his neck, he laid gentle kisses on the expanse of your neck while his hands wandered to the back of your dress. Hands finding the zip, Katsuki pulled the metal down, exposing parts of your lower back. Shy eyes turned towards his muscular chest, as your hands began to trail down his set of muscles. “Do you want me to take it off… or would you like to?” He murmured into your ear with a soft tone, kissing the shell of it. Dragging your fingertips down his abs, you began to unbuckle his belt, pulling away at the cloth to expose his raging boner that was held back by the expanse of his boxers. Hand slithering into the cloth, your fingers pulled his member out of his boxers. You watched in awe as you rubbed your thumb over the building pool of precum, drawing out a sinful moan from Katsuki's lips. “Touch me more.” he said, kissing the side of your face. Giving into his words, you moved your hand up and down his shaft, spreading the mess he created. You felt Katsuki rut gently into your hand, moaning into your ear while his hands found their place on your neck and lower back. Deciding that he had enough, he pulled away from you. Letting his large palm lie against your stomach, he rubbed your clit with this thumb before grabbing his cock and sliding it onto your warm folds.

“Put it in… please.” You whined in a small voice, hips rutting towards him in desperation, taunting him to give into temptation.

Pushing the head into your core, Katsuki began to ease most of his body weight into you, until there was no more left to push. Holding your face close to his while his other hand entwined with yours that was resting on the bonnet, Katsuki looked at you with a mix of need and love. “Whatever my Tenshi wants.” he said, pulling you into a passionate lip lock, the scruff of his beard tickling your chin. Giving a few experimental thrusts, he began to move his hips against yours, sounds of your wetness mixed with his precum creating filthy and sinful sounds. You moaned into the kiss, giving Katsuki the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Pulling away with a wet pop of your lower lips, Katsuki watched as his dick disappeared into your warm pussy, the velvety walls making him greedy for more of you. Looking at the sky as Katsuki thrusted into you, he left bites on your neck, making you scream. Extending the joint of his neck out to you, he used his hands to push you towards the untouched skin, begging you to claim him. Lips kissing the expanse of his skin, Katsuki hissed at the sensation of pleasure he was receiving.

He began to pour every emotion he had from the amount of time he spent away from you by giving you everything he had. The memories nights he spent alone on your shared bed, the flashbacks of the house you had decided to spend the rest of your life in, the emptiness of the halls where the both of you would push and shove each other before getting into a playful fight in the living room lit the need for proving his worth in wanting you stay. With a new found compassion over these silent thoughts that lurked in the dark corners of his mind, Katsuki began to rut his hips at a much faster pace. Skin slapping against skin, you felt your body shake back and forth from each of his powerful thrusts. The clinking of the rings on both your hands as they entwined once more made Katsuki go feral, his other hand moving towards your clit. Tugging and rubbing at the pearl that lay on top of the fold, Katsuki was desperate to watch you come undone before him.

“Cum for me.” he pleaded with a hoarse voice, as you were on the verge of tears, eyebrows furrowed, breathes and cries escaping between your clenched teeth. You felt the feeling of pressure build once more at your core, knowing that a thrust or two would make you break.

“I promise I won’t leave you alone ever again. I’ll… haah.. I’ll do fucking anything to make you stay.” Katsuki moaned as his fingers entwined into your’s pressing them against the surface of the car while the other continued to rub your poor clit at a rough pace. His eyes glazed with the fear of you leaving once more. In desperation, he left more open mouthed kisses on your neck, a last futile attempt, hoping it would get you to stay. You felt yourself snap from both his actions and words, legs shaking from the mind blowing orgasm.

“I fucking love you. Don’t leave me…” he whimpered, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye, falling onto your heated skin. He thought you hadn’t heard him, but you did. Taking a deep breath in, you began to rock your hips back and forth, eyes rolling from oversensitivity of the first orgasm. Removing your free hand from his shoulder, you titled his face towards you, watching him groan from the clenching of your pussy around his dick. Tears spilled from Katsuki’s eyes, making your gaze widen at his vulnerability. You knew what you had to do. “Look at me.” you commanded him, bringing your hips to a still. Looking at you with shame from exposing his raw form, you stroked your husband’s cheek, kissing his lips softly. With shallow moves of your hips, you made him moan and whine in contentment. “I am not leaving you. I came back looking for a reason to stay and you have given me one, my love.” you said, hands now wandering to his lower back, pulling him into you. Katsuki could feel his body responding to your touch.

“Let go, Katsuki.” you whined, legs closing around him to keep him locked within you. Katuski let out a string of breathless moans as he felt close to cumming. “Let go for me, baby.” you cooed gently. Breaking all of his self restraint, Katsuki finally let go. You felt a flood of warmth through your core from Katsuki’s cum. Resting your head against his sweaty chest, you could hear his heart wildly beating. Katsuki rested his chin on your head while his hand stroked the back of it. “I love you.” you said into his chest. Lifting your head up to see him, Katsuki leaned to your height, repeating the same words with a grateful smile.

“I love you too. So fucking much.”

Pulling away, Katsuki hissed as he tugged his sensitive dick away from your warm and wet walls. He cringed at the sight of watching the mix of his cum and yours spilling onto your dress. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a kerchief, crudely wiping away at the remnants of your sex. You grunted from the feeling of the cloth against the sensitive skin of your folds.

“You know… this dress was one of a kind and expensive…” you pouted.

“It would’ve looked better on the floor of our house anyway,” Katsuki said with a mischievous grin.

Throwing his shirt back on, Katsuki leaned to pick up your discarded heels placing them in your hands before placing his arms under your thigh and back. “What about my panties?” you asked as he walked you around the car.

“That is for me to keep and for you to buy.” he said with a smirk tucking the material into his pocket, setting you onto the leather seat.

Settling into the driver’s seat on the other side, Katsuki ran a hand through his sweaty hair, causing it to be slicked back. Before he revved up the vehicle once more, his phone began to ring. “Kirishima?” he mouthed, sliding the button to answer the call whilst you placed the pair of heels in the empty backseat.

“Bakugou, can you come to the building quickly?” Kirishima whispered into the phone, hand covering the receiver from the commotion in the background.

“We just came out of the agency.” Katsuki said, rubbing at his pants. The concern in his voice made you turn towards him.

“Uraraka has had too much to drink. We told her we would take her home but she refuses to leave unless you meet her.” Kirishima said desperately, the girls now yelling in the background. Running a hand through the back of his head, Katuski let out a frustrated groan, before letting it come to a rest over the steering wheel of the car. “Fine. I’ll be there.” he sneered, dismissing the call, sliding the device back into his pocket.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, hand coming to rest on his thigh.

“Everything’s alright. Uravity had too much to drink for the evening and refused to go home. Kirishima tried to convince her, but she said she wants to see me.” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Staring into the view ahead of you, you remarked. “That’s Odd. We should get there as soon as possible. Could be something serious.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll be fine, just some fucking temper tantrum when you’re drunk.” Katsuki said, turning the keys and starting the engine of the car.

“Katsuki, I am worried for her. Checking up on her wouldn’t hurt a little right?” you reasoned, hand squeezing his knee for compliance.

“Fine. But after, we’re going home.” he said, stepping on the gas.

Upon reaching the building, you watched the group of people that included Mina, Tsuyu and a worried Kirishima, with a very drunk Uraraka stand in the parking lot. “Stay here. This shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.” Katsuki said, getting out of the car, walking towards the small group of heroes. Choosing to rest your head against the seat, you felt your lips stretch into a smile at the fact that Katsuki had changed. Even though he might not admit it to himself, he had changed, allowing you to understand him through the cracks. With a sudden gasp from the said group of people, you were pulled from your train of thought.

Crawling across the driver’s seat, you were met with the groundbreaking sight of Uraraka throwing herself into Katsuki’s arms, lips locking together in a passionate kiss. Blinking at the scene before you, you felt the wind get knocked out of your gut at the sight of Katsuki being cradled in the arms of another woman.

Has it been too long since I left the house?

The longer you stare, more vivid pictures began to be painted in your head. Horrible images of the empty side of your bed being occupied by none other than Ochako, Katsuki’s arms holding her instead of you. Soft mornings were now replaced with images of Uraraka and Katsuki. You felt your jaws clench at the sight of another woman kissing your husband. You wanted to blame it on her drunken stupor; but you knew better. Those were not the actions of a drunk woman.

It had been the actions of a woman consumed by sorrow.

In desperation, you felt the need to get away from the heartbreaking sight, save yourself the embarrassment of thinking you had a place in Katsuki’s life. Eyeing the keys that were still dangling from the engine, you placed your feet on the pedals. With the twist and turn of the key, you brought the engine to life, driving away from the isolated street.

For How long had you not been a part of Katsuki’s life?

I promise I won’t leave you alone ever again.

For How long have you been selfish?

I’ll do fucking anything to make you stay.

You heard ringing from your ears as your body racked with sobs, the heel of your naked foot pressing into the pedal in spite.

I fucking love you. Don’t leave me…

Time and tide wait for none. Yours had nearly come to a stop, as the blinding headlights of a truck crashed into the side of the car. A drunk driver with a lost control over his vehicle was not what you thought fate had for you. The harsh truth was… fate had a way with everyone, leaving you no exception to the rule. The car twisted and turned as it landed upside down in the middle of the street for the spectators to see.

I love you too. So fucking much.

With a final breath, you felt your legs become numb as the warm and wet red liquid ran down the side of your face. The sound of sirens blaring in the distance had begun to fade as you went in and out of consciousness with every blink.

I love you too. So fucking much.

Time and tide wait for none, leaving no exceptions to buy it over with money, regret or wishes. It was something that could never come back. Closing your eyes you felt your shoulders relax as darkness took over your vision, coaxing you into sleep. Sleep away your sorrows, your pain and most of all… succumbing to the feeling of numbness.

I love you too. So fucking much.

I’m sorry, Katsuki.

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