#its shocking

Kenma loves you, he loves you to death. That man being head over heels and his loyalty to you has been months in the making. His heart is so full with adoration for you and you alone. He buys you your favorite foods, plushies to put on your bed,, everything. He takes care of you. Kenma does everything to show you how much he loves you.

So, his heart aches in a way that he can’t comprehend when you come home with a coffee mug he's never seen before; a coffee mug he definitely didn’t buy you because he would remember it. When he asks you where you got it, you laugh about some “work husband” and he really doesn't understand it. Aren’t you happy with him? Why do you need a “work husband”?

The night comes and you’re in bed together and he still has so many questions about this so-called “work husband”. What does he look like? Is he tall? Is he trying to take you away from him? Could he? Why is Kenma just finding out about this? You’re not cheating, right?

“Babe..” Kenma turns to you who’s scrolling mindlessly on your phone. His voice is lightly tinted with worry, so you turn to meet his eye’s almost immediately out of concern. “You’re not gonna leave me for that guy?”

You chuckle to yourself, “Kenma-”

“It’s not funny.” He asserts. His feelings are valid, he doesn’t want you leaving him.

“Yeah, sorry,” You’re still not quite taking him seriously; the amusement is still in your voice.

“Do you think I’m ugly?” Kenma questions but there’s no time to answer, because immediately he asks something else, “Do you not want to be with me anymore? Did I do something?”

The questions come out rapid fire and you sit up just so you can have space to think.

Why is he so insecure?

He sits up alongside you, looking at you intently, waiting for answers.

“I’m not going anywhere,” It’s the only thing you can think of when you look in his eyes and see how serious he is. Why would you ever break up with him?

That’s when things start to take a turn for the worst.

That night when he asked you to prove that you still love him by having sex with him, you asked how that would be a measurement of love at all and insisted that you didn’t feel up to it. He took that as proof that you wanted to break up with him because if you loved him, you’d do it, right?

You didn’t want to break up, so you bent easily for him.

He was rough, far rougher than usual, like he had something to prove. He had slammed you down on the mattress by your throat, and worked with an angry haste. You, on the other hand, were waiting for this to be over, but it’s never that easy. He’d hit you, spit on you, choke you, and degrade you then force you to tell him how much you loved him. It felt like hours of pure torture even if it was thirty minutes.

You recall that there was little prep, just what he was willing to give you with the unbridled irritation he was feeling towards you. It was just Kenma hurting you and getting angry at you for thinking you had any right to be angry at him. What right did you have to feel hurt or angry? He’s not the one fooling around with people at work now, is he?

With his hands wrenched in your hair he’d told you how you're never leaving him and how you’re quitting that useless job. It hurt to think that he thought of you trying to be independent as some useless effort, but that was easily pushed to the back of your mind. Spitting on your face, he’d assure you that he could take care of the both of you and having you at home all day would be better for the relationship, you couldn’t cheat on him that way.

What did you do? You agreed. You let him call the shots for you and force you to be dependent on him, all out of fear. Kenma had never acted out this way before, you’d be dumb not to go along with this. You’ve never seen him this angry.