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Katsumi exhaustion gives way to hunger. Hunger leads her to sitting in the dining room eating big meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Along with plenty of snacks in between. At times she even has some crackers in her nightstand just in case.
Izuku just coos at her all the while it makes her flustered at all of the attention but does nothing more than look at her adoringly. He continues to be so sweet and adoring towards her. The husbands she married with all the love in her heart is still the same as ever. There is something that nags at her but she cannot find it within herself to look for what that is. Something within herself tells her that is probably better not to know.
Either way, at the moment she spends her days wandering the insides of the castle. Before she had a deep desire to explore the outside of the castle to… do… something that she cannot remember. After that she rested in her husbands study, to tired to do anything else. Finally even though she is so hungry, she has more energy and desire to see the inside of her home.
The various rooms fascinate her. Sitting rooms, dining rooms, guest bedrooms, gaming rooms, and even a beautiful ballroom. What has her attention in the moment though is the art room. Katsumi may not consider herself an art connoisseur but she believes herself to have a decent knowledge of art. Nothing in this room is something she recognizes. Not a bad things necessarily but one that does confound her.
As she looks at all of the artwork, trying to find any that she is familiar with, one in particular makes her freeze. It is of her, but as a man. A blonde man with red eyes, the same chin as her sitting down pouting. A look of pure sulkiness emanating from the portrait. The male version of her looks thoroughly upset to be sitting down for the painting.
It unsettles her more of how her husband is behind the man in the painting. Standing tall with a firm hand on the other males shoulder. The way it is painted makes her feel the oppressiveness of how her husband look alike makes her male version of her feel.
She shudders as she stares but for a moment she could feel that oppressive hand on her shoulder. The cruel weight of that man behind him with all of his desires he she has no way of refusing. It makes her want to jump out of the nearest window to escape from the mans grasp.
Katsumi after several minutes of staring finally is able to wrench her eyes away from the painting after the hunger pains hit her. She resolves to never come back here. Never to feel the pained weight of the painting and the agony that male version of her must have gone through.
In the dining room that is warm and welcoming, her husbands sweet and caring face helps her shake off the jitters from that painting. Sitting besides him, the memory becomes more abstract until it is gone entirely.