bittersweet,

the beginning of the end

It all started the day after their wedding.

The silent tapping of footsteps against the marble floor echoed throughout their apartment as she retraced her steps from the day before. A soft ambience filled her head as she delicately danced on her own, waiting for Katsuki to arrive home. She hummed the familiar tune, her pace rising and falling at each crescendo.

Soon enough, she was dragged out of her own world by the creak of a door. Eagerly waiting in the kitchen, her smile grew wide. "Katsuki?"

He, on the other hand, was smiling for another reason, one she had no clue about. Before making his way into the kitchen, he silently slid open the small wooden cabinet standing by the door, making sure not to chip it against his newest purchase.

"Babe?" she said, in more of a questioning tone, as she began to leave the kitchen, "Where are you?" Her paranoia grew, observing the dull empty hallways. Not wanting to think much of it, she returned to the kitchen, her safe space. To her surprise as she entered she saw a familiar tall figure standing there, looking through the fridge.

"How did you-"

"Hmm?" he cut her off, peeking his head around the fridge.

"Nevermind, just me being silly." she shook herself off, walking over to greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your day?" he stroked the side of her face, as she leaned into his hand.

"Bad without you." she pouted.

He loved this. He had her completely and utterly in love with him. Obsessed wouldn't be the right word - more like a crave for him. He felt pity for her really, she was wrapped around his finger, oblivious to reality, in her own little world of perfect marriages and true love.

Bakugou had grown up much different to her, she was spoilt her entire life. She didn't earn the apartment they live in, let alone deserve it, it was given by her father, just like everything else she had - all handed to her on a silver platter.

"How was work?" she cooed.

"Same old."

He will admit, he was once in love with her. Growing up, everyone wanted her, she was an angel, and of course Katsuki turned out to be the one to get her. During their younger years, they were inseparable, and they liked it like that. She was his, and he was hers. They truly did belong together.

But eventually all love burns out, some just realise it quicker than others.

Bakugou's motivation slowly deteriorated after graduating, reality hit him hard, it was close to impossible to become number one, and in his mind number two was just an embarrassment. This left a sour scar in his heart, a scar only visible to him, which he will have to burden everyday, forever onwards.

"I'll make some dinner, it's already late." she said, beaming him a smile. He hummed in response and left the room, to once again wander through the empty halls they both considered home.

She began preparing dinner. Bakugou had grown to hate her cooking, the dull, damp flavours only reminded him of his barren life. A useless wife, a pointless job, an empty home.

An hour had passed, and the sky was dark. She called her husband into the dining room and gave him his plate. They didn't once speak whilst sitting at the oversized dining table, every now and then she tried to start up a conversation but he never failed to quickly shut it down. There was simply nothing he wanted to talk to her about, frankly he had spiralled into a depression, and he planned to escape it - no matter what.

•

The couple laid in their bed silently, silky white sheets engulfed them. She faced him, watching as he stared up at the ceiling. He looked lifeless, not once blinking, she though to herself as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Slowly, he twisted his neck to face her, staring at her sleeping figure with piercing eyes. A desire inside him began to erupt. He couldn't bare to blame himself for his failure, so blaming her seemed good for now.

Making no sound, he untangled himself from the sheets and got up. He walked over to the her side of the room, his shadow towering over her, casted by the faint moonlight peaking through the curtains.

He unplugged both his and her phone and left the room. Scowering through the cold hallways, he took anything he could - anything that could save her.

Looking back once, his wide crimson orbs glowed. He tied up the plastic bag, containing any access with the outside world, and threw it over his shoulder before leaving the apartment.

Alleyway after alleyway, he had reached the perfect spot.

Repeatedly, he slammed the bag against the wall, grunting with each smash. Finally, out of breath, he chucked the bag into the nearest bin and headed back to the apartment. A smirk cemented onto his lips, he chuckled lightly.

He turned the last remaining key through the lock, making sure not to make any noise. Unfortunately, the marble flooring wasn't helping him out here. When he finally reached the bedroom, he saw her sitting up, looking at him with concern.

"Where did you go?" she said, hugging her pillow.

He smiled at her and sighed, before sitting down next to her. Tracing his hand along her cheek, "I  went out for a jog." The tension eased and a smile began to show on her face.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" he said, kissing her forehead.

Exhaling deeply, she nodded slightly. "It's okay now. You're here."

She couldn't be more wrong.