Izuku Midoriya

Six years. That was how long you and he had been married. Six years. The exact amount of time you lived with him. Six years. Damned six years filled with rotten love.

Izuku and you were forced into marriage so that you could expand and merge your and his parents' companies. At first, everything went according to plan and yielded good results.

You and Izuku seemed to get along well; you even developed real feelings for him, and he for you. Five years filled with love. Four years caring for his little girl. And one year filled with hypocrisy, resentment, betrayal, loneliness, pain, intuition, signs. Infidelity.

Influenced by his friends, Izuku went to a bar to hang out, drinking and socializing with his friends and associates. But the alcohol led him to commit an act of infidelity with his assistant. And it wasn't an accident. Those encounters became more frequent, and increasingly violent.

You spent all your time sleeping alone in a room that felt too big for your small body. It felt too lonely, too empty. Too much loneliness. Izuku always said that because of work he wouldn't get home early or that he wouldn't even spend the night at home.

Luna, your daughter, said that her father, Izuku, was avoiding her, that he no longer gave her the attention she wanted. And you didn't doubt your little girl's word. Because he was avoiding you too.

One night, when Izuku didn't come home, a number outside your contacts sent you a photograph. Seeing it, you felt a wave of nausea rise in your throat. That image confirmed your fears. Confirmation that Izuku was seeing someone else.

Was all that love she showed a lie?

Liar..

The words came out of your mouth in a whisper full of helplessness and pain.

You didn't sleep that night. You waited up for Izuku. And the next morning he arrived.

And that day was their sixth anniversary.

Be careful, sometimes their kindness becomes a lethal weapon.