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You'd never been so nervous to see your house.

It had been four days since your talk with Ochako, and you decided to take the kids to their grandparents' house. You talked with Masaru since he was the more level-headed one in their relationship, and he told you that it was okay to feel the way you felt and maybe a little less destruction of property to get your point across.

It was now three am, and you were parked outside the house. Katsuki's car was there, new tires unable to outshine the large scratch running across it. "You can do this y/n..." You breathed to yourself, exiting the car and walking to the door. It took you a second, but you unlocked the door and walked in. It was dark, but you could hear the faint sound of the TV upstairs. You were quiet while taking your shoes off and walking up the stairs.

Your heart pounded against your chest, and you slowly opened the door. Katsuki was lying in bed, but his head was turned so you couldn't tell if he was awake. "Kat...?" you mumbled, barely above a whisper. When he didn't move, you took that as a sign he was asleep. Honestly, you weren't about to wake him up, so you walked around to your side of the bed and lay down. He didn't wake up from that either, so you decided to just close your eyes and deal with it in the morning.

When Katsuki woke up, the first thing he felt was warmth. His eyes started to open, getting used to the sunlight, and when he looked down and saw you he thought he was still dreaming. "y/n?" It was more of a question for himself, and he lightly shook you, watching your face scrunch up before you slowly blinked the sleep away.

You don't know when it happened, but you ended up in his arms. Curse your body for being drawn to him. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" "Mnm, no." You slid away from him to stretch and Katsuki wanted to grab you and pull you back in. There was a lot he could say. He wanted to apologize and figure out just what made you mad, where were the kids, but he figured his mouth was what got him in this, so he just looked at you.

The air filling your lungs was crisp and it helped to wake you up. "I talked to my therapist yesterday," you started with a slight yawn, "She told me that my fight or flight reflexes are intense because I never had the chance to do either as a child. Along with my anger issues and hormones from just having a baby I'm on edge and will overreact whenever I feel threatened."

You looked at him, and he couldn't read what emotion was on your face. "I don't think she was wrong, and I can admit my faults." You could feel the emotion swelling in the back of your throat, and you did your best to choke back tears. "I can deal with a lot of stuff, and I can deal with the negative shit people say about me, but it hurts so much harder when it's from you."

You took a second to breathe, really not wanting to cry. It was hard enough to get your point across, and crying wouldn't help the situation. "You're my husband, my life partner, the only person I expect to always be in my corner no matter what. I guess that's how I know I'm really in love with you because you're the only person who makes me so angry."

You didn't make eye contact with Katsuki as you spoke, because you knew the second you did everything would just spill over. Instead, you just looked down while you ranted, a mix of what you told Ochako along with new things that popped up. You needed to tell him everything, to finally lay it all out hoping he would finally understand why you felt the way you did. Why the words themselves didn't mean anything unless they were coming out of his mouth.

You had been talking for so long that your mouth was dry, and thankfully you didn't cry. Now the room was silent and you had time to breathe. "I'm gonna get the kids from mom, they miss you." Before Katsuki could say anything you had gotten up and rushed out the door.

He did a lot of thinking, and some laundry, while you were gone. He needed to keep himself busy. The drive was about twenty minutes there and back, not adding bonus time for saying goodbyes and getting the kids into the car. As the minutes ticked by he tried to get his words together so he didn't sound like a complete idiot when you got back.

He was coming from the basement when he heard the door open, and he had to drop the laundry basket quickly when Kayoko was running towards him. "Papa!" She laughed while he picked her up and threw her in the air, catching her and peppering her face in kisses. "Hey Daddy's princess, I missed you so much." "I missed you too!"

She hugged him tight, and he watched you put a tired Kyoichi on the couch while Kahano was still in her car seat. Katsuki put Kayoko down and got Kahano out of her car seat. "Aww look at Daddy's baby." She was getting so big and chunky even though she was barely two months old. "Your mom said she was just fed so be careful, I don't want her throwing up." You told him while taking Kyoichi's shoes off.

"Yoyo, can you be a good big sister and watch your siblings while I go talk to Mommy?" His words made you perk up, but since Kayoko had already gone into responsible big sis mode you had no choice but to go into the office with Katsuki.

"So, I thought a lot about what you said. For so long I've been laser focused on being the best hero no matter what. And sure younger Katsuki could do that, but I have a wife and three kids now. I need to realign what I need to be the best at and what I want to be the best at." He was hoping his words made sense, and it was as if the tables had turned since he could barely keep his eyes connected with yours.

"I talked to Jeanist, and we both think that it would be best for me to take a hiatus." Your eyes couldn't help but go wide at his words. "I need to take the backseat for once. Spend more time with the kids and let you shine. You're right, it was a shitty thing to say. We're a team, and I am so proud of you. I'm sorry for not truly appreciating what you do as a mother and a hero." You both looked at each other, and it was the first time today that Katsuki felt like you weren't on edge.

"Thank you." Those were the only words you spoke. It felt right. Maybe this is where you left it because some things just felt better to leave alone.