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God, Katsuki loved kissing you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love everything else about you, he did. Your damn eyes that looked at him like he hung the stars, like he was the most impressive thing you had ever seen. No one had ever looked at him like that before, not with that kind of quiet admiration that made something warm and restless twist in his chest.

Your face was unfairly pretty. Too damn soft. Too damn cute. The kind of face that made his chest tighten when you smiled at him across a room.

And your body, hell.

You fit against him like you were built specifically to be there. Like your shape remembered his hands. When he wrapped his arms around you, something in him settled and burned at the same time. Sometimes it even messed with his breathing, which pissed him off more than he’d ever admit.

But your lips?

That was a completely different conversation.

Katsuki loved kissing you everywhere.

Not just your mouth. Everywhere.

Your temple when you leaned your head on his shoulder. The corner of your jaw when you were talking too much and he needed you to shut up for a second. The tip of your nose when you were being annoying on purpose.

And the places hidden under clothes?

Yeah.

Those too.

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You were standing in line at the convenience store, scrolling through your phone while the line moved painfully slow.

Katsuki stood behind you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“You’re crushing me,” you muttered.

“You’re five pounds,” he grumbled.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, he shifted slightly closer, pressing his weight into you from behind. His hand slid lazily over your stomach, fingers hooking in the fabric of your hoodie.

You barely had time to react before you felt it:

A soft, quick press of lips against your shoulder.

You froze.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, glancing around.

“What?” he said flatly.

“You can’t just…”

Another kiss.

This one slower.

Your face heated instantly.

“There are people here.”

“Don’t care.”

His voice was low, almost bored, but his mouth brushed your shoulder again like he absolutely did care.

The old woman in front of you cleared her throat.

You elbowed him lightly.

“Stop.”

“No.”

Another kiss.

This time you turned around halfway, glaring up at him.

“Are you done?”

He stared down at you like he was considering something important.

Then he grabbed your chin with two fingers and kissed you properly.

Not rushed. Not messy.

Just slow and warm and deliberate.

Your brain completely short-circuited.

When he pulled away, your lips followed him for half a second before you caught yourself.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said.

“You love it.”

“I do not.”

He smirked.

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Another time it happened when you were sitting on the couch at his apartment, legs tangled together while a movie played that neither of you were really watching.

You were talking about something pointless, your day, some dumb thing Mina said, the weird professor.

Katsuki wasn’t answering much.

Just “mhm.”

Or “yeah.”

Or “sounds dumb.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yeah.”

“What did I just say?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he leaned over and pressed a kiss right below your ear.

You gasped quietly.

“Katsuki.”

Another kiss.

Lower this time.

Your fingers grabbed his shirt instinctively.

“You’re not even pretending to listen.”

“I am listening.”

“You’re literally kissing my neck.”

“And?”

Your brain went blank for a second.

“You’re impossible.”

He hummed against your skin.

“You talk too much.”

“Oh my god.”

Another kiss.

You shoved his shoulder weakly.

“Stop distracting me.”

“You started it.”

“I was telling a story!”

“Bad one.”

You stared at him.

Then he leaned forward and kissed you again, this time right on the mouth. Soft. Slow.

His hand slid behind your neck, holding you there for a moment longer than usual.

When he pulled away, your cheeks were warm and your eyes slightly unfocused.

He looked extremely satisfied with himself.

“See,” he said calmly, leaning back into the couch.

“You forgot what you were saying.”

You blinked.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

But a second later he pulled you closer against his chest, pressing another quick kiss into your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And honestly?

You didn’t complain.

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.