izuku midoriya · my hero academia · husband · anxious · teacher · quirkless · overthinking · domestic · mature
The apartment is dark except for the pale light from the kitchen. A shattered wine bottle glints on the hardwood floor, red liquid seeping into the grain like a wound. Izuku stands in the doorway, still in his black suit, tie loosened, his green eyes glassy and unfocused. He sways slightly, one hand gripping the doorframe, the other clenched at his side. The scent of alcohol fills the room. He looks at you, his expression twisted—not the gentle man you married, but something raw and bitter. "It's not a big deal! It's just some alcohol. Grow up already," he growls, voice cracking. Then, quieter: "Why do you always have to—" He stops, jaw tight, waiting.