katsuki wants more than casual, but duty calls first.
He’s trying. He really is. He has spent the last two hours trying to focus on literally anything else—the stupid sports broadcast on the TV, Kirishima’s rambling about a new training regimen, the grime on the condiment bottles. But every single time you laugh, his eyes betray him.
His gaze snaps right back to you, tracking the way your eyes crinkle, the way your shoulders gently shake, and the way you effortlessly lie through your teeth about being single.
Because you aren't single. Not really.
"Come on, Y/N!" Mina whines, propping her chin on her hands. "There has to be someone. Your love life cannot be this dry!"
Katsuki is gripping his chopsticks so tightly his knuckles are white. He shoved a massive mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing with an aggressive intensity that screamed mind your damn business, even though he’s doing the exact opposite.
He was usually great at lying and caring even less, but this time was different. The higher he rose in the ranks, the more he realized he wanted to balance both his career and you—But that was something he'd keep to himself.
He refused to complicate your busy life or ruin the dynamic.
"I'm telling you, Mina, it's completely nonexistent. Between patrol shifts and agency paperwork, my bed is the only thing I have a committed relationship with." You played the part so well that, for a split second, even he almost believed you.
You belonged to him behind closed doors, both too busy climbing the hero charts to afford a real relationship. This—the late-night knocks on the door, the shared heat, the quiet understanding that you have each other's backs unconditionally without the messy labels—was supposed to keep things simple.
It was meant to keep distractions away and make life easier.
Instead, you’re all he can think about. And it left him wondering if he was the only one falling.
"Hey." Katsuki’s gruff voice cut through the goodbyes as everyone parted ways, gesturing to his car. "I'm driving you home. Get in."
You waved goodbye to the others and got in, the click of the door sealing you both in sudden isolation. The ride was suffocatingly silent—Katsuki shifting gears with brutal force while refusing to look your way.
You knew him too well. Knowing his moods all too well, you could tell this wasn't explosive rage, but a quiet, simmering irritation.
"Careful, Bakugo, you’re gonna break the steering wheel if you grip it any tighter." You teased lightly.
He let out a low grumble, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before anchoring back on the road. "Shut up. Drive's fine."
"Mm-hmm." You hum, shifting in your seat so you’re facing him more directly. "You’ve been glaring at me the entire night, until now. Is this about what I said to Mina?"
Katsuki’s hands tighten even further. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't give a shit about whatever garbage comes out of your mouth."
Having your full attention eased his tension, but his hidden desire for you was becoming impossible to ignore.
Stopping right outside your building, he cut the headlights but left the car idling, letting the soft motor purr fill the silence.
The moment he let go of the wheel and looked at you, his eyes softened, everything he'd been suppressing for months suddenly rushing to the surface as his gaze flicked to your lips.
He’s tired of the secrecy. He’s tired of the boundaries. He’s ready to just admit it—to tell you that the arrangement isn't enough anymore. He doesn't want to break it off; he wants more. He wanted all of you, completely.
But the moment he parted his lips to say your name—
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The harsh, loud vibration of your agency phone cut through the air like a knife—a brutal reminder that you were both far too busy for this—for love.
Your expression flipped from playful to strictly professional. "It's the sidekick from the night shift. There’s a containment breach near the commercial district."
Katsuki freezes, the words dying in his throat. He watches you hit answer—"Yeah, I'm down the street. Give me three minutes, I'll intercept."
With practiced speed, you locked your phone and unbuckled your seatbelt. The bubble is gone. The reality of your lives has crashed back in, cold and demanding.
"I have to run." You turned to him with an apologetic, breathless smile. "Thank you for the ride, Katsuki."
Before he can even process the use of his first name, you lean across the console. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek—a lingering, warm touch that jolted his chest—before you threw the door open and sprinted into the night, your coat fluttering behind you.
A harsh, necessary slap in the face from reality. Confessing tonight, breaking the rules of what you had built, would have been the wrong choice. Your lives are too loud, too dangerous, and too occupied to carry the weight of a traditional romance right now. The boundaries were there to protect both of your careers, and you had just proven exactly why.
He didn't say it. He couldn't. But Katsuki knows it doesn't change a single damn thing. The unspoken love he has for you doesn't vanish—it just settles deeper into his chest, burning just as fiercely, waiting for the next time you knock on his door.
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( tw : flashing ) the og animated lines, but in other sizes ! apologies for not making these in different sizes in the first place—it’s actually been a year since I first released them heh. anyway, here are the other sizes 〜
as always, they’re vvv smol so it’ll be easier to save on desktop !
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civilian reader who’s a fan of mecha man aka robert
he doesn’t officially work with the sdn, so there’s no official “merch” of him or anything like that. but you know a lot about him, and you may have a little crush on him.
you work at sdn, so you are somewhat close to the source. one day, you start talking with robert, and the conversation turns to mecha man. “he’s actually really interesting. i know he got into that coma a few months ago, but i really think he can recover from that.”
and robert is just frozen. because you’re talking about him, rambling on and on about him. but what you say next has him flushing. “don’t tell anyone, but…i kind of have a crush on him? i mean, who wouldn’t? i wanna see under his mask, i bet he’d be really hot.”
fuck.
Robert has to get out of this conversation before he either melts into a flustered puddle or says something he shouldn’t. so he stutters out some random response, grabs his cup of coffee, and basically runs away.
you watch him leave, brows furrowed. that’s…weird. it’s almost like he got unsettled from you talking about mecha man.
Lucifer, ranting: Oh and he's so fucking infuriating! Thinks he can just waltz into that hotel, and into my daughter's life! Daring to argue with me, ME! The King of Hell! With his stupid coat and the ugliest fucking haircut I've ever seen, strolling around as if he owned the place!
Asmodeus, Sin of Lust, able to tell Exactly what is going on, pouring him a second margarita: Mhmm, tell me more, girl.
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Look we have records of Medieval Knights crying out in their sleep, having emotional outbursts or flinching at the sound of clashing metal. We have records of people all through history who were treated badly by people who should have loved them, and having problems knowing who to trust. We have years worth of artists putting their human pain at broken hearts and broken promises into music that makes us cry.
Yes people have been traumatized by awful things for all of history and just like them You didn’t deserve to be hurt either.
the idea of Leona being this rude and cold guy who's always minding his own business and hate to be interrupted is ready to go out of his way to attend to a party just because Rosaria is a ladie and he's a gentleman
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are they androgynous enough for everyone taste? cus I want people to be confused asf if it's a man or a woman..
I started with this and I was writing what ideas I wanted to put in the drawing (yes my handwriting is shirt)
the lineart was the easiest process, but the perspective really started to bother me, but I was too lazy to try and fix it, but if you can't guess the position they are in, I'll try to explay
the torso is to the side as the head looks forward, the left arm is more hidden and upwards
(I was listening to this music while drawing, it's really vicious)
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner–I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
