Right Where I Needed to be

Aggresively Approaching

"The same rules still apply. I don't have anything new to tell you." My doctor said in a rushed tone, trying to get out of the room so I could comfort my crying husband. "You can finish filling the paperwork out and give it to the front desk on your way out. I can schedule your appointment for next Thursday at the same time if that works for you."

"Yeah, that's fine." I flipped to the last page of the papers he handed me and signed my name. I didn't need to read this stuff anymore. I knew what it was going to say. I don't give a damn about anything in this room other than my husband. I handed the clipboard back to him and stood from the small bed in the room.

"Take your time, please." He said in an apologetic tone as he grabbed the clipboard.

"Thank you. I'll see you next week." He nodded his head before leaving the room. As soon as the door was shut, I quickly walked to Kacchan and fell to my knees in front of him."

"Baby, it's going to be okay." I whispered. I reached for his hands and pulled them away from his face. "Everything will be okay."

"It's not fucking fair!" He yelled. "There are people who have killed other people, and they get a few months in prison. You have never done anything wrong! You've helped people you're entire life. You're a great person, and I'm pissed that life gave you this fucking card."

"Kacchan, let's go home." His tears slowed down, but a form of range that I'd never seen before crossed his face. I've seen him angry, but not like this. I'd never seen this side of him before, which shook me to my core.

"Let's go then." Kacchan seethed through clenched teeth as he stood from the chair, almost knocking me to my ass. When he realized he had almost knocked me over, he apologized immediately and helped me up. I couldn't stay mad at him. I've seen that rage before, but not in him. I've seen that rage in myself when my secret got exposed.

I drove us home, knowing Kacchan was in no shape to drive. He was too pissed off at the world. As I drove through the city, his fists kept clenching and unclenching on his legs. He had to blow off this steam somehow. Lucky for him, I know the perfect way.

When I pulled into our parking lot, I pulled him inside quickly. He slammed the door shut behind us before trying to kick his shoes off. I reached my hand out and grabbed his arm quickly.

"Leave them on." I ordered gently. He looked down at the ground, not saying anything. I let go of his arm and walked to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a stack of our new dinner plates.

"What are you doing?" I jumped when I heard his voice behind me. I turned around and shoved the plates toward him.

"Throw these." He looked at me like I was crazy, but that's okay. He still had that rage in his eyes, and I knew this would help him blow off some steam. "I'm serious. They're just plates, and I've already proved how easily they can be replaced. You'll feel better, just throw them on the ground."

"So I can break all the dishes?" He asked with a twisted grin.

"You can break anything breakable."

"Can you go to the bedroom, please?" He asked softly. He probably didn't want me to watch him continue to fall apart, but I get it. I didn't want him near me when I was losing my shit and breaking everything, either.

"Yeah." I whispered with a smile. "Just don't break anybody's stuff in the living room." I leaned up and placed a short kiss on his cheek. I didn't want to be in his way when he started throwing stuff, so I quickly walked away from him. Before I could disappear down the hallways, he called my name.

"Izuku," I turned to face him. "You better be naked when I get in there."

"I will be." I continued my journey to our room. Before I could shut the door behind me, I heard glass shatter on the floor. Hopefully, this is enough to help him blow off some steam. Because if not, my ass will be sore for the next week or two. I can't really complain because I like the rough sex, but I would like to be able to sit within the next few days. I walked towards the desk, leaving the door open.