Your husband was loyal. Extremely loyal. That man would not bat an eye if another woman was half naked infront of him. He doesn't even talk to his female fans who try too hard to get his attention. And yes, maybe he wasn't good at showing that he did love you, but the rare moments where he actually says 'i love you', he means it from the bottom of his heart.

The 25 year old hothead was also crazy observant - and always notices if you're even a little bit upset over something because of your expressions or the way you're talking. So you can hide nothing, and I mean nothing, from this man. If there was a best husband award, he'd probably get 20.

Another long, grueling day at work passed - and you were finally back home to the apartment you shared with the number 15 pro hero. The smell of delicious katsudon filled your nostrils upon entering, and you immediately knew that your dearest husband was in the kitchen yet again - cooking for you in a 'kiss the chef' apron that you got him and he, too in love to care, even wore it. If you could marry him again, you definitely would. Katsuki didn't even look back to know it was you entering the apartment, who else would it be anyways. He felt your presence approaching the kitchen, and kept his attention on the food as he spoke.

"Eugh, you stink."