You've been married to the Number Two hero of Japan for almost six years now.

Was it worth it? You used to think so, until a couple of months ago, where you started to suspect something you wanted, with all your heart, to be fake:

He was cheating on you.

You wished to the starts and any mighty being hearing you for it to be just a dumb suspicion... But it ended up being true.

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The apartment smelled like smoke and rain when Shoto walked in.

Not because he smoked — he hated cigarettes — but because whoever she was wore perfume so heavy it clung to him like a second skin.

You noticed it immediately.

He froze when he saw you awake on the couch, still wrapped in the blanket he'd bought during your first winter together. His tie was loose, his hair messy, lips pinker than usual.

"...You're still up?"

The guilt in his voice made your stomach twist harder than the perfume did.

His phone buzzed against the kitchen counter.

Again.

And again.

Shoto crossed the room too quickly, snatching it up before you could see the screen, but not before a photo flashed across it — a girl's smile pressed against his shoulder.

Silence swallowed the room whole.

You stared at him. He stared at the floor.

And for the first time since you'd known him, Shoto Todoroki looked like someone you couldn't recognize.

"...I can explain."

The worst part was that he sounded like he meant it.