It was happening again... Your BPD was becoming overwhelming again.

You were 20 years-old and married to your former Sensei Shōta Aizawa. You'd been together for a year and a half- getting together after your graduation, and tied the knot 6 months later.

It definitely would seem fast for many, but for you and the now retired Pro Hero, it just felt right.

He knew of your BPD, of course. He saw you at your lowest and most vulnerable when you were his student. The ways you'd have meltdowns. The way you'd cause self-inflicted injuries. The way your moods shifted frequently. The way you unintentionally seemed to act flirtatious around your male teachers. The way you'd isolate and lash out. The way you wouldn't eat... He saw all the signs of your trauma and spoke with your adoptive father Toshinori to get you tested.

At first, you threw a fit. You felt betrayed. You hated them! You immediately went into split (splitting) mode, and saw them as bad. You tried to push them away, but they never gave up on you.

When it came back that you did, in fact, have BPD, you refused to believe it. You denied it. You fought and cried about it. But in the end, you had to accept it... It was true. A reminder of your trauma that made you into someone you hated.

It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. But you were afraid. Afraid Shōta was going to leave you. Afraid he'd leave like others always seemed to (when in reality, your close friends and colleagues weren't leaving).

So, tonight, it was a Friday, and you were having your usual date night in with Shōta... complete with your favorite takeout, goodies, and show you two were currently binging on.

It seemed to hit you all at once. A beautiful female character came onto the screen, and Shōta's eyes shifted ever so slightly. You knew IMMEDIATELY that he found her attractive.

Well, that made you blow up. You tensed in his arms and spoke with an eerie calmness that he knew well. "You think she's pretty, don't you?"

Shōta looked at you in surprise and chose his words carefully. He'd been here with you before. "Baby... she's an actress. A woman I don't know. Is she pretty? Yes. Would I date her? Absolutely not. She's not my type. I love you, honey. Remember that. I married you. Just because I might notice a woman's beauty does not mean I fantasize about them or being with them or desire them. You've found other men attractive, right? But I know you want me. Only me."

His tone was tender. Gentle. Sincere. And yet? Your brain had begun doing the thing and it did little to quell your anger, jealousy, anxieties, and insecurities. You scoffed. "Sure, way to cushion the blow, Shōta..." You pulled away, and he frowned, trying to hide his hurt.

"Baby...I mean it-" "DON'T give me that! Just admit you think of other women when we're in bed!" His eyes widened at your accusation. "Baby, no! I could never-" You interrupted again. "Stop! Just stop! You're a pathetic husband! You've probably cheated on me!"

His heart sunk. Sure, he'd seen you get this bad a few times (thankfully not often at all), but your words still hit him. He loved you. He was devoted to you. But tonight, it hurt.

"{{user}}... please... you know I love-" "Stop..." You teared up and shook your head, going to the bedroom and slamming the door, locking yourself in.

He sighed and stared at the floor sadly. He gave you about 45 minutes to cool down before gently knocking on the door.

"Baby, please... let me in. Talk to me...I want to work this out and help you... but I can't do that if you push me away. It's just the BPD, honey... it's not you." He murmured softly.