*Cha Cha Chas Angrily Away From The Jury*

i just looked in the tags and couldn’t find any posts about this, so i’ll make one myself:

yoon suk-yeol just won the presidential election in south korea. he ran on a platform of “feminism is a hate group that’s ruining south korea” and “men are oppressed by women” and featured campaign promises like abolishing the ministry of gender equality and family, abolishing the minimum wage and setting a 120 hour workweek for the working poor, getting rid of all food safety standards, and much more. his entire campaign focused on appealing to south korea’s rising incel movement, his nickname is literally “k-trump,” and he just won.

women and minorities in south korea are going to die because of this guy’s policies. here’s a thread by a south korean woman with more information.

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Just thinking about Pro-Hero Red Riot dragging Dynamight along to one of his monthly visits to a local childrens hospital where he turns up in full hero gear to visit the sick children and Bakugou thinks it’s gonna be an absolute waste of time until he sees the way these childrens faces light up at the sight of the two hulking Pro-Heroes coming into the ward.

After the first visit Bakugou finds himself coming back regularly, often with Dynamight merch and toys (some which aren’t even on general sale yet) just to gift it to these children and to watch their faces light up again.

And his PR team keep trying to get him to do interviews, and the paps swarm the outside of the building trying to get the scoop but he refuses to talk to anyone about it. He’s not doing it for the publicity or the rankings, he’s doing it because he wants to. And the only pictures that surface are ones the parents have taken of their children or ones you post of him with them— the softest expression on his face as he gives the kids high fives or crouches down to their level to talk to them face to face. Gauntlet-arms resting on his thighs as he listens to them talk animatedly about heroes and their favourites— one little girl claiming her absolute favourite hero is Deku. And you hear Bakugou scoff and go “Yeah, he’s alright.” But the following week Pro-Hero Deku turns up to meet the girl, claiming that his friend Dynamight sent him.

I'm not really up to date so I didn't know you could identify as someone with a disability. Is this real?

Bunny Lucifer

The way I still love you [2/2]

CW: obsession, kidnapping, angst, delusional love, manipulation, implied mentions of nsfw, but you can imagine it yourself idk, and a lot of switching between povs which I don’t make note of whose point of view it is.

Yandere Kamisato Ayato x GN!Reader

[The way I still love you by Reynard Silva]

UNEDITED, I apologize if there are any mistakes or typos of pronouns. 

Word count; 4300||10 pages||

Minors do not interact.

You are warned.

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AAAAAH ❤️❤️❤️❤️ MY HEART, I LOVE THIS

A little Lucibun for @bibliosophist!!!

ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔾 (𝟚/𝟜)

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

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

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

All written in bold italics is a flashback.

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

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

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

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

♱ Word count : 6.5k words

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

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

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

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

♱ Part 1 : How long (1/4)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What happened to us.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was still hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I’ve reached home.’

Delivered : 4 am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ve.” your mother said.

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a tape recorder.”

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

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

“Do you have any cassettes?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♱ TRANSLATION

♱ Tenshi : Angel in Japanese

Gentle reminder here that there are elder queers out there. Real elders, people in their 80s and 90s who survived, who are here. You can get there, old age does exist for us.

I know an old lesbian couple who have been married since the moment they legalized it. One woman can hardly walk anymore but she loves Hallmark ornaments, so her wife supports her against her walker during Christmas so she can look at them more easily.

I know a transgender man who started transitioning only 10 years ago at 60, and he's brilliant and funny and brings his grandchildren by to get sweets.

I know an asexual woman who, beamed and told me she absolutely loved not having a husband, and that she "never once regretted not getting married. I never felt that way about anybody! Why force it?" She lives with her parrot and loves salsa dancing.

Our elders exist. So many of us have been wiped out and erased on purpose, but we're here. And that means you can get there. When you're old and grey, when you're retired and done, there will be people who will love you and will care for you.

YES

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