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Katsumi after a big meal with her husband manages to fall asleep next to him on their bed. The memory of that painting taunting her making her want to run from her husband and hide. But why should she? No one loves her as much as her husband. No one cares for her like her husband. He is the only one she needs.
Her dreams though have a very different point of view. The mansion is different, similar decorations but there are more people around to talk to. All of them are dressed nicely and treat her politely as they pass by her.
The atmosphere though feels tense, she walks down the hall as if she is walking to her doom. It is to one of the sitting rooms. When she enters, Izuku is there with the smile he had in the painting. The menacing sweetness has her shivering. Neither of them says a word as she sits down.
The painter looks at them critically as they being to paint, turning to their easel and then them and then back every now and then. Izukus hand on his shoulder feels oppressive. It feels less like a place to put his hand and more of him trying to make sure that everyone who watches this scene knows exactly who Katsumi belongs to.
Biting down the urge to run as she has a feeling like it could end up like she is running from a large predator. Stating still for hours as the only source to alleviate her boredom is watching the painter move back and forth.
The hours are agonizing but soon it is over. Katsumi get s to sit up and leave but not really. Izuku grabs her arm and leads her somewhere. She argues with him, feeling on the verge of tears but nothing happens. He gets his way again, he always gets his way, he never lets him do what he wants. It is always about him never me! When will he free me from this torment? Will he die like this?
She never sees where they go, she wakes up before they reach their destination. Waking up like someone poured a bucket of ice cold water over her head. Usually she’d seek comfort form her husband for comfort and safety but the sight of him makes her freeze.
She hates that. She hates not being able to go to her husband so he could hold her. So she tells him, his face is so blank during the explanation. Afterwards he looks at her gently and tells her that he will help her with these nightmares, with the eroding sense of safety.
Pills she has to swallow before bedtime help tremendously. The nightmares stop and she once again feels safer than ever. Izuku and her manage to get things back into gears again. So nice to feel his touch, never wants to have his body leave hers.
When his body is on top of hers, when he is pulling her where he wants her. She can’t even remember why she was so afraid in the first place.