Todoroki Angst - Blog Posts

This was the second week in a row. Dinner’s gone cold again and your husband was nowhere to be found. Again. At first he’d call, text, something to let you know he was alright and that he’d probably be late. But now, it was like you were living with a stranger. The photos on the wall seem duller as time goes by. Your once happy and thriving marriage is damaged by the distance between you and your beloved Shoto. The late hours caused you both irritation as you sat up waiting for him most nights so you stopped. Being well rested allowed you to remain smiling as your split haired husband spat venom at you for one thing or another that was bothering him. His lunch got cold at work? You should’ve packed it hotter. Trip over one of his giant work boots? You should’ve put them away. At this point you think you should’ve left before it got to this point, your wrist burning as he grips it not letting you remove yourself from the conflict. His face was cold as he scolded you for dropping a plate after he’d snuck back into the house. It always felt like walking on eggshells around your once soft and caring husband who no longer seemed to linger. It’s not until he comes home to a near empty house and divorce papers on the table does he realize everything he should’ve done differently. 

But it was too late and you were gone.