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Himari started her day… bland as usual… At the young age of 32, she's already made multiple mistakes.
At age 18 she went to college.
At age 21 she dropped out.
At age 23 she met Katsuki Bakugou.
At age 25 she married Katsuki Bakugou.
At age 26 she had her first child, Himiko.
At age 27 she had her second child, Haruto.
At age 28 she had her third child, Chiyo.
At age 28 they started to have relationship problems.
At age 28 she kicked Bakugou out of the house for a bit.
At age 29 she found out he was consistently cheating.
At age 31 she felt resentment.
At age 32 she felt revenge.
She was now (conveniently) washing a knife; no, she couldn't, could she? Why was she more angry at the mistress or the homewrecker than Bakugou himself? If it was a mistress… who was she? What did she look like? Was she skinny? Fat? Black? White? Asian? Hispanic? Tall? Short? Pretty? Ugly? Well, she must've been pretty for him to cheat, or he was just desperate to stick his dick in something. If the "mistress" were a man… What did HE look like? What's his body type? What does he do? Was he pretty? Was he ugly? The questions swirled in her mind as she scrubbed harder at the knife, the anger boiling inside her. She needed answers, and she was determined to get them no matter what.
At the dead of night (specifically 4:25 am for the descriptive people), she found Bakugo's phone, but it was suspiciously easy to open. No, it was his business phone, but she still decided to check anyway… to (no one's) surprise, it was all just business, just filled with businessmen and women wanting to negotiate contracts and whatever the fuck business and CEO people do; there was no way her trail could go this cold this fast. Could there be a burner phone? (Spoilers: yes, there is a burner phone.)
Himari basically (quietly) tore the room apart to find this burner phone, checking the dumbest of places: the closet, drawers, desk, Himari's own vanity mirror, panty drawers, and boxer drawers, underneath the damn bed, everywhere… until she found it… she finally found it… underneath the closet in a little brown Amazon-looking box/bag. Her face lights up due to the screen light contrasting with the darkness of the room. Fuck, there was a passcode; now this will potentially be the clue to the mystery, the piece of the puzzle that she was missing. She tried everything to get in: her birthday (if that were to be the passcode, that would be a new level of all the way fucked up), his birthday, Haruto's birthday, Chiyo's birthday, Himiko's birthday (Okay, Himari, enough with the birthdays), and a random accumulation of numbers. Fuck, fuck, fuck! None of them worked!
She would have to go with her original plan (which she was going to resort to but was too chicken shit to do) of using the fingerprint feature in the back of the phone. She slowly crawled to Bakugou's sleeping body, delicately taking his pointer finger and guiding it to the phone's scanner. She firmly holds down his finger on the scanner: first scan successful, second scan successful, third scan successful, fourth sca- Bakugou lightly shifts his body.
Himari damned near dropped the phone on his face (by the grace of whatever divine being) but caught it before it could. With her heart pounding in her chest, Himari quickly finishes the last scan before Bakugou fully wakes up. The phone unlocks, and she lets out a sigh of relief as she retrieves the information she needed. She lays back down in the bed. lowering the brightness to a. Not waking Bakugou and b. Not raising suspicion. She scrolled through the phone seeing Instagram. What? He said he hated shit like Instagram; he said that it was just for "vain extras."
She clicked it, opening the app and seeing the stories of the people he followed on this fake account, and one person stood out the most. De_ku669, she taps on his story, and she saw… a lot. It started off with him lip-syncing to a raunchy sexual song, hardly wearing any clothes (how Instagram didn't see this as a problem was beyond her). He turned to the side to flex his butt and skinny waistline. She decided to look at his whole account, seeming like a bunch of thirst traps for men flaunting his body for their viewing pleasure.
As she scrolled through his feed, she noticed a pattern of provocative photos and suggestive captions that left little to the imagination. It was clear that De_ku669 was seeking attention and validation through his risqué posts, which made her question his motives and authenticity on social media. She looks at his bio, which she probably should've done in the first place to find that he was a sex worker…and Katsuki was following him... This cannot be real… Can it?
There were multiple links to different websites: Pornhub, OnlyFans, Twitter, and a link to some strip club. Himari remembered that Katsuki always spoke down on sex workers, strippers, pornstars, prostitutes, escorts, cam girls/boys, and the whole nine yards. And he was that… matter of fact… it was ALL of that. She clicked on his Twitter (which was more vulgar than the actual Instagram). Himari's shock and disbelief only grew as she scrolled through his Twitter feed, filled with explicit content and promotions for his services. It was a side of Katsuki she never could have imagined, making her question everything she thought she knew about him.
There were multiple videos of this guy…Deku getting fucked by multiple men, nudes all over the place, pictures of his genitalia, etc. Himari was about to drop the phone back into the bag and just pretend she had never seen it in the first place until she got a notification…From "Deku.".
Deku: Hi! Are you up? :3
Himari didn't know what to say; her heart pounded like a cartoon character's, and her breath hitched intensely. Should she respond? His phone already updated the status to read and online, so now she HAD to respond. She quickly typed back, "Hi! Yeah, I'm up. What's up?" and hit send before she could overthink it.
Deku: You coming over tonight or not?
Himari's mind races with possible responses. Was she even ready to actually see him? "Nah, not tonight," she finally replied, deciding to play it cool. "Maybe another time." She didn't want to seem too eager, even though her heart was screaming for her to say yes.
Deku: Aww, okay, baby. :(
Deku: Goodnight then!
Baby? What the fuck? "Goodnight," she replied. Deku then went offline, giving Himari the perfect advantage to search through their previous messages going all the way to the start, the night where Himari kicked Katsuki out.
Deku: Hi! It's that stripper from the club that you fucked lol.
You: Yeah, of course I know it's you.
Deku: Aww! <3 :3
Deku: Anyways, do you want another night w/ me? I can make space for you :)
You: Maybe, maybe when I'm not kicked out again.
Deku: Haha, fair enough. Just let me know when you're free! :)
You: Will do, thanks, doll.
Deku: Doll?
You: Yeah, it's just a term of endearment.
Deku: I like it! It's cute! :)
Deku: Hmu whenever you wanna "Destress" ;)
You: will do
August 21, 20xx
8:33 pm
You: You know what happened.
Deku: Yep, I have a clear schedule rn if you want.
You: Thanks
You: I'll come over to you, yeah?
Deku: 👀
You: Come on, there's no way nobody has picked you up
Deku: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
You: Geez, you love those emoticons huh?
Deku: Stooooop >:(
You: Okay okay what's your address??
Deku: 〒106-0044 東京都港区東麻布1-8-1 東麻布ISビル 4F
Deku: See you soon ^ 3 ^
Himari scrolled... And scrolled... And scrolled nudes and videos were being sent from Deku and Bakugou, sending Deku fucking money. Himari finally scrolled to a more recent conversation realizing that was all that she could stomach
Deku: [Sent a video]
Deku: My hip dips look so weird :(
You: Come on
You: You're being overdramatic
Deku: Noooo
Deku: Everybody else's hip dips look so cute but mine
Deku: My ass basically carries my figure :(
You: Come on really?
You: You're such a cutie
You: Besides most of those people have plastic surgery
Deku:Hmmm…
You: Don't go getting ideas
Deku: I'm nooot
You: I'm not nor you will be paying for anything
Deku: Fine Fine~
You: I'm serious
Deku: I knowww
Deku: Such a serious man
Deku: But I guess that's all business men huh?
You: Whatever you wanna think doll
Deku: I will stick to that then ;)
Himari held her head in her hands, staring at the mattress below her. She didn't know what to think or what to do. Well, for starters, she just found out that her husband has been cheating on her for literal months. Himari felt a mix of emotions, from anger to betrayal, as she tried to process the devastating news. She knew she needed to confront Bakugou, but how? Fucking how? HE makes the money, HE has the job, HE provides and takes care of the kids, HE brings home the food and the ingredients that she makes for dinner, HE's the one with the job.
What the fuck was she going to do without him?
She didn't know. but she had to figure it out.
And fast...