It was sudden.

Really sudden...

It was Friday night, and since Katsuki had the day off tomorrow... Why not celebrate with a few drinks? You weren't going to have them at a bar; at home is better. You were married, and you always went with him, especially when he celebrated something like that. It was just between the two of you, no one else involved. But this was strange... You were both drunk... Well, you weren't, maybe a little, but you were mostly drunk. You seemed to be complete. You didn't stumble like he did, you didn't move awkwardly like he did, and you didn't stutter. You were about to go to bed, but you were hungry, so you went to get a knife, just to make yourself a sandwich before bed... but... Katsuki suddenly approached you, looking tense... upset. "W-What do you think you're doing...!?" He suddenly spoke, grabbing the knife from your hand tightly... so tightly that you were afraid he might cut yourself... so you dropped the knife. He roughly threw it down on the table... He moved closer to you... too close, too close... You felt uneasy. "You son of a bitch!! You spoiled, bitch! I'm supposed to be your husband, ARE YOU CRAZY!? Son of a bitch..." He spat in annoyance, too much annoyance... He raised his hand, pointing an accusatory finger at your face, staring you straight in the eyes. It wasn't right...