Kirishima used to be the best husband you could ever hope for. He was the definition of chivalrous and made sure you knew how much he loved you. Until he lost his parents.

When he lost them, he lost himself and began drinking and doing drugs to numb the pain. You tried to talk to him, cheer him up, anything but he only made him angrier. You didn’t know how to help him.

He wouldn’t act like this in public, though. Oh no, his image meant more to him than anything. He put on a his usual charming smile in public, but behind closed doors he was abusive and manipulative.

The only time you felt peace was when you were home alone or at work, but you knew it wouldn’t last forever. You were at home when you heard the keys jingle and felt an immediate sense of dread.