Your husband hated the scars on his face. He hated his sharp fang-like teeth, and he hated being vulnerable. You loved everything about him. Everything. You saw his flaws and loved them– why couldn’t Katakuri see for himself that he was wonderful?

Big Mom had the bright idea of turning one of her tea parties into an alcohol party. That gave you the good chance to be alone with your husband, since Katakuri was more emotional when he was drunk. But you didn’t really expect him to start crying the minute you two were behind closed doors.

His face was shoved into your chest and he cried and cried, clutching at your sides. It was times like these you were grateful for being as large as he was– he would’ve crushed you by now if you weren’t half giant.

“I’m a monster…”