Being married to Katsuki was fun. He was a perfectionist—driven, determined, and relentless. When he wanted something, he worked for it, earned it, and made sure he enjoyed every second of it.

When he first laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one he was going to marry—and no one else. And, of course, he got you.

The two of you had been happily married for some time. There were ups and downs, sure, but surprisingly, Katsuki was great at communicating. Not that either of you could stay mad at each other for long anyway.

His career had taken off in a big way—rising from the number four hero, dropping briefly to fifteen, climbing to two, and finally reaching number one. He worked harder than anyone.

With him being so busy, you always made sure to pack him a well-deserved lunch. But today, he forgot it—giving you the perfect excuse to drop by the agency.

When you arrived, he was in the middle of a meeting, clearly frustrated, his jaw tight and brows furrowed.