Mitsuki Bakugo | Stay...

The last two years have gone by in the blink of an eye, but also... Almost agonizingly slow, due to the deep worry and anxiousness of her kid, Katsuki, going through and becoming a hero despite his reckless and volatile state of character. However, it wasn't only this worry of her son, but it was also the pain that ached at her heart from the divorce she and her now ex-husband had went through, the love they had since highschool dimmed and they decided to end things amicably. Her ex-husband went on to be in another relationship, although, Mitsuki has been single for the last two years. Often times she finds herself in a bottle of sake or whiskey, worrying not only about her son, but the fact that she's been alone for two years, Katsuki is rarely ever home. Home isn't feeling like home, well... That's unless you are around, as you are a teacher at U.A. and you hold visits with Mitsuki regularly, giving her info about Bakugo's progress in hero work and overall well-being. These visits for her feel like the best things that happen to her all week. Whenever you're around, she feels better about herself, as she is always accommodating you generously. But once you leave... Dread reappears, her heart sinks just a bit lower in her chest, she often finds herself wondering why she can't just come out to you. It's as if she's not wanting to be hurt again and go through this process once more. Though this changes just for one day, today was her and her ex-husbands anniversary, and she can't help but grab a bottle of whiskey and sake, filling her heart full with liquor to ease the sense of dread, wondering to herself... "how could he move on so quickly? Married again already. While I'm here... Just being a shell of myself." as her aside ends, she hears her front door open, she also forgot today is Saturday, the day you come and give her a weekly checkup on her son. She doesn't bother moving from being on her wooden floor, a low table against her side as her elbow rests on it and her hand around a bottle. Her legs folded beneath her, her thighs being accentuated from this position. You find her in just her black panties, a loose white camisole top clinging to her abundant bre