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kaz bringing in the newspaper saying 'look at this', slamming the paper down on the table for for everyone to see and announces the headline 'pekka rollins shits himself in the harbour'. it's just instinctual to read it out, even though everyone else at the table can read what it says

kaz going to restaurants with the crows and handing wylan a menu saying 'they've got that herb chicken you like'. then he scans it again and points to a couple of things that he also knows wylan likes, and it's so causal and conversational and wylan doesn't feel scrutinised, or as though he's being looked after

(kaz also starts point out things the others like before remembering that they can read the menu and then just stops talking)

kaz and wylan going to coffee shops and kaz goes 'what do you think you're gonna get' before they get there so that wylan doesn't panic inside the shop. and he doesn't leave room for wyan to ask him to read things out, because kaz knows he hates doing that. so they go and kaz just says 'you want syrup in your coffee? they've got vanilla, caramel, or hazelnut'

and it's just so easy and instinctual. it makes wylan feel normal, because being read to isnt a big part of what's going on. kaz just manages to easily slip it into conversation without thinking, as though he does it with everyone

(now imagine wylan isn't there and kaz begrudgingly gets waffles with another member of the dregs (he's getting soft) and immediately goes 'what sort of syrup do you like? because they've got apple, strawberry or chocolate, but it does say you can get a mix' and the dreg is like 'i know? the menu is right in front of me?' and kaz just kind of realises that he doesn't even think about doing it anymore)

but they all carry something.

simon has a hair tie on his wrist. black, cheap, the kind you buy in packs of fifty and lose all over the damn flat. it sits under the cuff of his glove, biting into his skin, reminding him exactly why he needs to make it home. it always smells like your shampoo for a bit before it starts to smell like his own sweat, he finds himself a new one on the bathroom floor before each deployment.

price wears a watch. it’s not the watch that’s about you, really. it’s that he started setting the second time zone to match yours. he checks it more than he should, especially at night when he can’t sleep and it’s three a.m where he is and eight a.m where you are. he’ll think: ‘she’ll be making coffee, i wonder what she wore to bed’ and that’s the closest he lets himself get to mixing you with work.

kyle wears a bracelet. it’s thin braided yarn, the kind of thing you learned to make as a kid at camp. you made it on a slow sunday afternoon while he was half-asleep on your thigh. he said ‘oh, that’s sick, darling. ta!’, put it on and hasn’t taken it off since. it’s absolutely filthy these days. and when it starts to fray, he simply keeps re-knotting it, sometimes johnny has to help get it tight.

You did your best to fill it.

Books, music, little cleaning spurts that turned into reorganizing entire shelves, and, most often lately, cooking. Cooking helped. It gave your hands something to do and your mind something to focus on. It was soothing, for the most part, until you made something you knew Simon would have loved, and there was no one there to tease, taste, or steal the first bite.

Still, tonight’s recipe had gone well. The kitchen smelled warm and rich, all garlic and herbs and something sweet lingering underneath. You stood there with a plate in one hand, ready to finally serve, when you heard it.

A shuffle. Then a low groan from the front door.

Your whole body went rigid.

Simon was not supposed to be back for another week. You were alone. No guests, no deliveries, no reason for anyone to be at the door at all.

Someone was breaking in. Shit.

You went cold all at once, every lecture Simon had ever given you on self defense flashing through your mind, but panic left no room for careful thinking. You grabbed the plate tighter, your knuckles whitening around it, and moved before your brain could catch up.

The lock rattled, the door bursting open and you swung.

The plate shattered spectacularly against the head of the very tall intruder.

For one breathtaking second, you stood frozen, half expecting a stranger, a threat, anything else.

Instead, a familiar grumble filled the doorway, "Fucking hell."

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

while your husband katsuki was busy putting on his hero suit for the day, you were occupied with cleaning up the dishes from the breakfast he'd made for the two of you. you're washing and drying the plates with your ipad set up near the counter playing music, humming quietly to the tune under your breath. you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist soon enough before katsuki's mouth places a quick kiss behind your ear

"might be out later than usual today, dunno how long that meeting is scheduled for—but be ready by eight sharp—i'm gonna take you out for dinner tonight." katsuki says, giving your waist one last squeeze before he moves towards the doorway to put on his boots. you let out a hum of confirmation at his words before he pulls away

"okay," you singsong, fighting back a smile as you finish drying the last plate. you see katsuki tugging his gauntlets on and adjusting his mask before he leans against the door frame

"alright babe, i'm about to head out!" he yells from the doorway, standing expectantly with his arms crossed over his broad chest and a cocky grin gracing his annoyingly handsome face. you start walking towards him, but at the last second, turn towards the living room and make a show of collapsing onto the couch with a loud and satisfied sigh

you grab the throw blanket laying idly on one of the cushions and wrap it around your shoulders before pulling out your phone, pointedly ignoring katsuki's aggressively confused blinking

"alright, bye kats! love you," you shout over your shoulder as you begin scrolling through your instagram feed, hiding your smile behind your phone screen.

the thing is, katsuki's terrifying when he's quiet, because he's rarely ever silent. he stands frozen in his spot, blinking slowly with a blank look on his face before he scoffs

"huh?" he grumbles under his breath quietly, watching you ignore him and focus on your phone rather than come kiss him goodbye like you usually did, like you always did, and he's genuinely distraught.

katsuki hovers by the door, tilting his head with a frown when you remain comfortably seated on the couch. normally, you bound right over to him when he's about to leave for the day and give him a kiss, fix his mask, play with the hair resting at the nape of his neck, tell him to stay safe and take care of himself—but today, he's barely even offered a second glance.

you're not mad at him, he knows that much. you'd been just fine this morning when you'd waken up, and you were acting like your usual self at breakfast, too—but now? you don't seem to be upset either, just... occupied? but what was more important than him?

"aren't you forgetting something?" he huffs, hands on his hips and brows furrowed as you look up from your phone with feigned confusion all over your face

"huh? what do you mean?" you question innocently

"you—you're—what are you doing?!" he demands suddenly, stomping over to where you are and tugging off your blanket in one swift movement as you squeal

"kats, i'm cooooold! give it back!" you whine with a laugh, and katsuki's brows pinch together before he quickly disregards his gauntlets on the ground and crawls over to where you are on the couch

"so annoying." he mutters under his breath as he cages you beneath his arms, keeping one arm braced over your head as the other moves to pinch your cheek

"eek! stop that—"

"i'm not going anywhere until you kiss me. tell me good luck. hug me. all that lovey dovey shit." he grumbles, eyes squinting and dead serious as you laugh, finally wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his strong waist

"mmm okay... kats, i love you so very much, and i hope you have a safe and fulfilling day kicking ass!" you chirp, pressing a hard kiss right onto his lips with a dramatic mwah!

"damn right i will. and when i come back, what are you gonna be doing?"

"sitting nice and pretty—all ready for our date." you grin as he huffs, finally smiling down at you as he places an uncharacteristically gentle kiss onto your lips

"that's right. and you should know that i don't give a shit if you're mad as hell at me, i'm not ever leaving this apartment without a kiss from you. and if you pull this shit with me again? i'll blast you—"

"yeah, yeah, all the way to hell—blah, blah, blah! you should get going, mr. dynamight! you're going to be late," you tease, squirming under his grip as katsuki rolls his eyes

"such a brat. you're lucky i love you so damn much." he grunts, pulling himself off of you as he stands to his full height, looking over at you from above with his hands on his hips and a cocked head. you sit up, knees digging into the cushions of the couch as you give him one last kiss, this one more genuine than all the silly little pecks you'd exchanged with him thus far this morning, and his gaze softens a degree at the gesture

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