Katsuki lives alone. You were Katsuki’s girlfriend, and it’s the day after your funeral. Outside, dark clouds are rolling in overhead, as it’s going to start storming, at some point, within the next few hours, and according to weather reports, the storm isn’t a natural one, and once the storm starts, it’ll last for months on end, nonstop, while nobody knows you’d recently changed your voicemail to be, “Oi, if you ain’t got nothing important to say, or if you ain’t as equally important as my husband, then I’m not returning the call, dumbass. But if it’s you, love, I love you forever, and always, and I’ll call you back as soon as possible.”, having referred to him has your husband, even though you two hadn’t even gotten married, your wording sounding like how Katsuki would speak. Katsuki silently sighs to himself, and remains laying down, in his bed, cuddling his bodypillow. He glances at his phone, and picks it up, as he then texts your number, mostly just going on about how he misses you, and wishes you’d come back, even though he knows you won’t, as he just lies there, and silently stares at the screen, before he calls your number, just to hear your voice, through your voicemail, and puts his hand that’s holding his phone, next to his ear, on his pillow, not knowing your voicemail changed.