It was silent when Katsuki came home. He could mistake the house for being empty, but he saw her shoes were already at the door. He didn't bother announcing himself. He left his shoes at the door and went straight to the kitchen.

Momo was already there. He stood in the doorway for a while watching her. Her hair was down, shorter now than when they'd gotten married, and her eyes were colder. It was a sight he'd slowly gotten used to over the years. She was cleaning the dishes off the table and tossing them into the trash. It was something she did every so often. When you could create anything, you end up wanting to create everything. At least, that was what she'd told him. She had remade their dishes more times than he could count. He'd come home to an apartment that was entirely foreign to him; new rugs and pillows, new towels and bedspreads, sometimes even new furniture.

("Don't you ever get tired of the same thing, Katsuki?" She'd asked him with excitement in her eyes. "Don't you ever have the urge to change everything?")

He should have taken that as a warning sign. Momo was a restless person, dynamic. Katsuki was static.

The thought pissed him off, like it always did. He growled as he stomped over to the fridge. She didn't speak to him, didn't even look up to acknowledge him. That pissed him off even more. He refused to speak to her in turn, despite desperately wanting to. He searched the fridge for ingredients for dinner and took out his anger on the vegetables as he prepared and chopped them.

He kept an eye on her throughout his preparations. She created elaborate china and wine glasses, intricate silverware, a new table cloth and folded the cloth napkins into cranes. When she was done and he still hadn't finished dinner, she emptied the china cabinet and recreated those dishes as well.

She didn't stop or sit until the food was done and served up on plates. She didn't look at him as they both sat across from each other in silence.

"You're really gonna do this shit again?" He asked her, finally unable to stand the silence.

She sighed. He hated that she was so beautiful even while she was exasperated and done with him. He hated that he wasn't, couldn't be, done with her in the same way. "What would you like me to say, Katsuki?"

"How about telling me how your goddamn day was?" He asked her.

"It was fine," She told him. "It's always fine. I'm sure you saw the heard or heard about it from-"

"I don't want to hear about it from fucking news!" He yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. The force knocked over the wine glasses, spilling their contents on the table and staining the table cloth. He didn't care. Why should he when she made a new one every other day anyway. "I want to hear about it from you!"

She looked him in the eyes for the first time, as she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. "Always so angry, Katsuki."

"And you're always-"

"Are you ready to put an end to this, yet?" She interrupted. She held out her hand, creating a packet of papers and holding them out to him. "You could put an end to your frustration if you only signed them."

"I don't want a fucking divorce!" He yelled.

She signed and dropped the papers on the table, letting them absorb the stain of the spilled wine. It wasn't like she needed them. She'd had the content memorized for months, he was sure. He just wished that she hadn't felt the need to prove it. There was a lump in his throat that he had a hard time swallowing.

"Well what do you want?" She asked him. "When you're not silent, you're angry, and when you aren't angry, you're pretending I don't exist."

"I was only following your lead!" He replied.

She glared at him. It was a rare sight and he wasn't happy to see it. "If you really wanted to follow my lead, you'd just sign the papers already."

"We were happy before," He told her. "I know you were. I just want us to be happy again."

"It would be easier to just-"

"Since when have you ever tried to do things the easy way?" He asked. "You've never given up on a damn thing in your life! Except me."

"I..." She looked away from him, bit her lip. "I don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to fucking try instead of trying to bail on me!" He stood up, knocking over his chair. She stared at him in surprise as he approached, but she she didn't move away from him. He got on his knees before her, taking her face in his hands. "What do you want?" He asked. "Because you're the one that's been cold and distant and it's time you told me why."

"I'm just... I'm tired of this, Katsuki." Momo sighed deeply. "I'm tired of this life."

"Fine," He said. "Fuck this life. Let's move, retire, go on a damn trip somewhere. But don't keep shutting me the fuck out." His fingertips pressed into her skin and his hands started shaking. "I love you, get it. So I'm done letting you try and get your fucking way."

Her eyes were watery, but she didn't cry. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. I'm... I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too." He pressed forehead to hers. "I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have reacted like I did. I didn't want to accept the fact that you could have been bored with me."

"I still love you, Katsuki. I just... I thought that we had... run our course." She admitted softly. "I don't know what I want anymore."

"We'll figure it out together." He told her. "I promise."