From Despair to Delight (BakuDeku)-(KiriDeku)

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Katsuki woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and no memory of the previous night. The light coming in through the curtains was blinding and he had to blink his eye for a long time before he could actually see. He sat up in bed groaning loudly, before grabbing his head. With the help of the headboard Katsuki stood from the bed, that was when he realized he was completely naked. It didn't bother him one bit he shuffled slowly across the hall into the bathroom. He rummaged around in the medicine cabinet until he found the advil. He popped two in his mouth swallowing them dry. Katsuki then brushed his teeth and took a long hot shower and went back to his room and got dressed. He put on a pair of black basketball shorts that have orange X's down the sides and a black tank top with an orange X across the front from his dresser. He didn't even notice the missing items from the bathroom or dresser.

⚠️ *TW = memories of Inflicting Abuse* ⚠️

Once Katsuki was dressed he shuffled down the hallway and into the living room. It was in a shambles, there were broken picture frames on the floor, and one of the lamps from the side table was knocked over and broken. He noticed a round cracked spot on the wall that had blood in the center. He stepped over and examined the spot realizing it was the exact right height as his husband's head. A memory flashed through his mind of him gripping Izuku by the hair and slamming his head against the wall, not once but three times. Fuck, what did I do he thought. Katsuki shambled from the disaster of a living room into the kitchen and his nose was immediately assaulted by a foul odor. When he looked around the room he saw a pan with spilled food all over the floor, alongside a pile of bloody vomit. He gagged, before covering his nose and mouth. Another memory flash, Izuku on the floor crying begging him to stop and not hurt him. Katsuki stumbled back, his eyes wide from the memory, his hand landing on the island countertop to stop himself from falling.

Katsuki's hand landed hard on the counter top, he felt something hard and circular under his palm. Refocusing his attention he lifted his hand to find a photo of his and Izuku's wedding day torn in half, a small silver circlet of silver resting in between the two halves of the photo. "No no no... what did I do" he whispered to himself as he picked the ring up off the counter. He stared at the ring for what seemed like hours but was in truth merely ten minutes. His hand closed around the ring as he ran back into his bedroom. Looking in the closet he saw that all of his husband's clothing was gone along with the suitcases he used for trips. Katsuki frantically began to search for his phone but it was not on the bed side table or anywhere in the room. He rushed back into the living room finding his discarded clothing from the day before on the floor near the couch.

Katsuki bent down to search for his phone in the pocket of his pants, finding it instantly. That was when he saw a spot on the floor at the back of the couch, what is that he thought. He inched closer to the puddle, it was blood and seman. Another memory flashed through Katsukis mind, his eyes teared up at the thought of what he had done. Opening his eyes he turned on his phone it was at eight percent. He rushed back in his room plugging the phone in before quickly finding the right contact. My baby, it said, he hit the green call button and pressed the device to his ear. It began to ring, and ring, and ring, before going to voicemail. He ended the call then repeated the process getting the same result. After being sent to voicemail five times he began sending texts.

Katsuki sat there on his bed clutching his phone, tears streaming down his face, he knew he had totally fucked up. There was no coming back from this, his pride, ego, jealousy and temper had just cost him the one person who had loved him unconditionally for so long.