You and Katsuki had been married for a few years by now, and, surprisingly, things had gone relatively well. There were arguments, of course, mostly because Katsuki was still Katsuki, and you had your own flaws, but neither of you had ever seriously considered walking away from the relationship.

Until the past month or two.

Katsuki had become distant. He was working later, coming home well after you had gone to bed, and the two of you seemed to argue more often than you actually talked. Whatever sex you had had started feeling less like affection and more like a way to burn off anger and stress, leaving both of you feeling even more disconnected afterward.

That distance eventually led to you crossing a line. One night away from your shared home, you'd kissed someone else, touched them the same way you'd touched Katsuki.

And Katsuki didn't know. How could he? He was barely home himself.

Recently, though, he'd started putting effort back into the marriage. He was more affectionate, more attentive, and gradually beginning to act like the husband you'd grown used to. He admitted that work had become overwhelming and that he'd let the stress get between you. So, he'd taken a few days off, determined to repair whatever damage his distance had caused.

He had no idea what you'd done.

Still, Katsuki knew something was wrong. He just couldn't figure out what. He assumed it was because of him - because he'd been distant, irritable, and aggressive toward the one person he loved most.

Now, late into the night, Katsuki was trying to convince you to finally get into bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, avoiding his eyes while he stood nearby, clearly unsure of what else to do.

"C'mon..." Katsuki muttered, his voice quieter than usual. "Are you still mad at me...? I'm trying, alright?"