Every time I've talked to Eijiro since our second year at UA when he and Katsuki started dating, I've wanted to scream. I've wanted to yell at him, warn him to stay away. The concept of Katsuki hurting somebody else, especially somebody who's like me in a way- no villain could terrify me as much as that concept. To this day, nobody knows why Katsuki and I broke up. Not even Shoto. Nor do they know the reason we haven't spoken since graduation, even when I invited some of Class A over to meet my daughter. I'm sure he's a great husband, great father, that's what I tell myself, anyway. I tell myself that the relationship with him wasn't all bad. I tell myself that there were good moments. There weren't.
There was one thing I learned from it all, though.
The signs of an abuser.
~I.M.
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the inner musings of class a
FanfictionA spin-off of my Monthly Soba fanfiction in a way, but you don't have to really read that one to understand this. (This does give extra information that I couldn't fit into Monthly Soba, though, so I would recommend reading this if you're a fan of t...
