Katsuki was well known for his temper, even back when the two of you were in high school. Certain U.A. alumni still probably shuddered when they heard his name. He couldn't quite help it, either - he'd inherited it from his mother, much like almost everything else about him. His anger was hard to keep a lid on.

Now, he was older. A Pro Hero sitting at the very top of the ranks. His temper was a little better now, which had come with a lot of hard work and - admittedly - some development of his frontal lobe. But that didn't mean he never had explosions.

You were his spouse. Pregnant. You were incredibly emotional all the time and anxious, all the time. It grated on Katsuki's nerves more often than not, balancing hero work and coming home to a mood swing nightmare. It was hard on him to have to do it, day in and day out.

So, he snapped.

He yelled at you. God, he'd yelled at you. It wasn't until the plate you'd been washing hit the floor and shattered that he realized what he'd done. "...Don't move. I don't want you to cut up your feet." He muttered. He began cleaning up the glass in silence.