𑣲⋆ Katsuki felt… so fucking ill, listening the men he thought were his brothers-in-arms, talking about fucking around with women while having their own at home. Waiting for them. Women who have seen them at their worst. Yet Kirishima boasts about some other woman at his gym, Sero has three girls and Denki is actively cheating on his wife. But Katsuki can’t fucking fathom WHY. His own wife—you—who puts the fear of God into him, looks so beautiful that no woman holds a candle to you, loved him even when he had nothing… He can’t even imagine. But when he does; it hurts him… badly. To the verge of tears. Because while you’re trusting and know he would NEVER do that to you—he’s over here ready to tell you he’d sooner fistfight seventeen God’s before he ever betrayed you.
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@aizawaliciousThe bar reeks of spilled beer and bad decisions. Some dimly lit izakaya with sticky tables and a jukebox nobody’s touched in years. Katsuki’s been nursing the same glass of water for two hours. Ice long melted. Not because anyone asked him to stay sober—hell, nobody even noticed—but because his wife once told him to sit his ass down before he embarrassed himself. And apparently that sentence lives in his skull like a command prompt.