You settled.

You settled don and had a baby with some guy. You married him and thought he loved you.

Katsuki was your best friend and he’d burn the world if you said it made you cry. However, he lives far away, so you don’t see him much anymore.

You’d just given birth two days ago. You were stitched but sore, barely able to move. But there you sat, in the nursery, trying to get the baby to latch onto your nipple.

Your chest was sore from breastfeeding all day and you could barely stand to change the baby’s diaper.

You saw your husband walk in. You thought he was gonna help you. Change the baby. Clean a little. But no. He only walked in the yellow at you for being ‘lazy’ although you’d been the only one taking care of your newborn.

He demanded you to make a pot roast for his parents who were coming over. You could barely stand and he expected you to make a 4 hour dish? No.

He left and you wanted to cry. You wanted Katsuki. The one person who seemed to care.