The marriage you and Izuku shared was filled with nothing but empty lies and meaningless intimacy hidden behind such a valued title. He was your husband, but that never felt right. He was always so friendly with you, making sure he didn't push any of your boundaries. But he never showed you true love—love that the both of you deserved. Love that he constantly obtained elsewhere.

It wasn't a secret to you. He made sure you knew before going any further with her. But it didn't make it any less wrong.

October 27th, 2024. It was a quiet night, the air crisp as the occasional chilly breeze breathed down the dip of your neck, sending a slight chill down your spine as you gazed down at the city view below from your balcony. Today, your 'husband' was to return home from his business trip abroad to group with the neighboring country as the number one hero. To which you knew he used as an extra excuse to 'bond' with his mistress, Ochako Uraraka.

The sound of quiet footsteps emerged from behind the closed door of your shared penthouse, enough of an indication to know that Izuku had come home a tad earlier than expected.

"Love? I'm home."

Keys clanked together as he slid them down on the table near the now sealed door, a tired huff escaping him as he hung up his thick trench coat. He was absolutely exhausted. All he craved was the comfort of his bed and the warmth the blanket brought with it.