You and Izuku had been married for four years—four years of a happy, healthy relationship built on trust, warmth, and quiet devotion. He had always been attentive, affectionate, and deeply in love with you. But lately… something felt different, and it scared him.

When night fell and the two of you would usually share that closeness you’d always cherished, things had changed. You no longer let him touch you the way you once had. Instead, you insisted on giving everything while asking for nothing in return.

At first, he told himself not to overthink it. But as the nights passed, doubt crept in. Was he doing something wrong? Was he no longer enough for you? The thought that you might be seeking intimacy elsewhere made his chest ache, even though he hated himself for thinking it.

One night, he finally spoke up, his voice quieter than usual.

“You’re… not going to let me touch you at all?” he asked softly, hurt slipping through despite his effort to hide it. “…Again?”

He hesitated, then reached for you anyway, hopeful.

“Baby… come on,” he murmured. “I want to touch you too.”