#nonoshoto

“Good night,” you said softly as you tucked yourself in for the night, facing Katsuki’s turned back.

You got a grumpy-sounding “G’nngh.” in return.

You blinked. As far as you could tell, you and Katsuki weren’t fighting. In fact, you’d just had a wonderfully relaxing day in, that had ended in watching a movie and taking a bath together.

Had Katsuki taken offence to you drying him? No, he’d have given you shit for that immediately. Also, Katsuki really wasn’t one for the passive aggressive treatment.

“Katsuki?” you asked, scooting close and leaning over to catch his expression.

He immediately snuggled back against you and his shoulders relaxed and you needed about a second of computation before pushing your face into a pillow to not actually upset him by laughing at him.

“What’s your problem?” Katsuki asked accusingly, pulling at your shirt.

You resurfaced from the pillow with only a fond smile to show for your amusement and pulled him in. “Nothing. Come here.”

“…shut up,” Katsuki grumbled, too smart not to realise what he’d given away, but cuddled up to you anyway.

Izuku:

- cutie is so nervous about it at the beginning of the relationship

- his first instinct is to lie on top of you but he can’t do that. What if he’s too heavy or seems too needy or demanding?

- he’ll just lie next to you stiffly and be a nervous wreck while internally wishing he could be the biggest cuddle bug with you

- he’ll discover later in the relationship that he actually prefers spooning

It was a little awkward. Okay, it was very awkward. You had suggested sharing a bed for the night, just to try how the two of you felt about it and Izuku had agreed. He’d been all shy and happy about it too so you’d been relieved.

Except now be seemed very uncomfortable, lying next to you with all his limbs tucked as closely to himself as they could be, as if trying to avoid touching you.

Fortunately you chanced a glance over and smiled when you saw his bright red face. His head must be so loud right now, you thought as you scooted over.

“Izuku, is it alright if I hold you?” you asked softly, reaching an arm out.

Izuku let out something of a soft screeching sound but nodded frantically so you bit back a chuckle and brought an arm around him, scooting behind him. Spooning was probably a safe bet, right?

Surprisingly, Izuku relaxed almost immediately. Though he still didn’t move much. Seems adjustments were up to you for now. You were sure he’d get used to it eventually.

Shōto:

- touch starved.

- runs surprisingly cold despite his quirk

- won’t initiate it himself at first but will melt when you pull him close the first time

- He’s so happy to cuddle anywhere: bed, couch, floor, anywhere the two of you can fit together and plenty of places where you can’t

- The more you can envelop him the better so he’s definitely another candidate for spooning

- Will start demanding cuddles so don’t expect to retain your private space if you teach him it’s okay to ask to be cuddled

The door clicked as Shōto entered the bedroom, finished with his bath.

You looked up to catch the sight of your partner‘s healthily flushed cheeks from the heated water and smiled before looking back down at your book. You’d already bathed and wanted to finish your current chapter before the two of you went to sleep.

Shōto settled in next to you, burrowing under the blankets.

“Shō, is it okay if we-“ You meant to ask to keep the lights on for ten more minutes but both your arms were already being moved around your sleepy partner. Thank you, hero training, for giving you quick reflexes to bookmark your page. “…I was going to finish this chapter.”

“You can,” Shōto mumbled while wiggling further into you and placing his arms over yours on his stomach, though he graciously let you free the arm that held your book.

You snorted softly before placing a kiss on Shōto’s nape, adjusting a little so you could finish reading over his head.

Shōto had never cut his own flowers before, rich kid that he was, and it was really a shame, you thought. He hadn’t gone strawberry picking either and had never carved his own pumpkins or even made a snow bunny for that matter but those you’d take care of when the time came. And you had plenty of plans to introduce him to all those seasonal joys of course.

For now you watched as his eyes lit up ever so slightly, that little twinkle he got despite his passive expressions, when the field came into view. Seas of yellow sunflowers, purple lavender and pretty little hanashobus coloured the landscape and you grinned when you confirmed that Shōto liked it. He’d always been a sucker for pretty things. It made gifting quite easy and very satisfying.

“And we can pick the ones we like?” he asked and you delighted in the awe in his tone.

“Yeah, we just throw some money in that can afterwards depending on which ones we picked,” you explained, leading Shōto to a little basket with knives for the cutting and handed him one. “Any idea which ones you’d like for our apartment yet?”

Shōto gave you a little dumbfounded look, his eyes jumping between the different rows of flowers before he shook his head.

You gently rubbed the back of his hand and gave him an encouraging smile, about to make a suggestion of your own when Shōto spoke up again after all.

“I like the ones with the many petals,” he said, pointing to the dahlias and you couldn’t help but grin and give him a kiss. Yellow dahlias were the first flowers you had ever given him, platonically back then, and consequently the first flowers ever that he had received (apart from hospital visits anyway). 

“Me too,” you agreed and the two of you walked over to the only row of flowers that didn’t look neatly colour coded. 

You breathed in the pleasant summer breeze as you watched butterflies, bees and other pollinators sitting on and flying around the open centre variants of the dahlias you were walking between, just enjoying the sight for now.

You also kept a subtle eye on Shōto though, watching for any indicators that he might have a colour preference.

But you didn’t even have to look. He squeezed your hand every time he let his fingers brush over the petals of a yellow flower. Shōto could be so lovely and sentimental and for you he rarely seemed to hold back. Your partner was a little sap who loved to be treated to gifts and experiences like these, he just needed to be shown that that was okay.

But his eyes also kept lingering on the red ones. Whether that was because of their vibrant colour or because Shōto associated them with romance didn’t matter because either way, they matched the ones you had your eyes on perfectly.

“Go ahead,” you encouraged him softly when he lingered at a particularly vibrant little red dahlia.

He gave you another look before nodding and leaning down to get as much of the stem as he could without hurting another flower and cut before holding the flower up for you to smell.

“Beautiful,” you said, keeping eye contact with him. “I have an idea for a bouquet if you don’t mind?”

Shōto nodded eagerly. You could tell he was enjoying himself but was also a little aimless and you’d happily provide some guidance.

“Look how beautiful these are,” you said as you held another dahlia, brushing your thumb over its petals. It was another red one, but one with white tips, the colours harmonising beautifully together, and not even just because you were biased towards that particular colour combination.

You sent Shōto a grin and he turned away with a bashful smile. It was lovely how freely cheesy you could be with your partner, never getting teased for it, only receiving the most delightful of responses.

“Aren’t those a bit of an obvious choice?” he asked and you shrugged, already crouching down to cut the flower you’d shown him.

“How fitting,” you said as you stood again, holding the flower up to his face and wiggling your eyebrows. “So were you, Sho.”

You were treated to another little smile and a kiss to the cheek before Shōto pointed to some white dahlias off to the side.

“We should add those too,” he suggested and you grinned and nodded.

“You’re right. They’d look perfect with these.”

By the end the two of you had enough flowers to fill at least two vases, probably. You honestly weren’t sure where to put all of them but you just hadn’t been able to put a stop to it whenever Shōto excitedly dragged you to another flower he found particularly pretty. Shōto lighting up was a rare enough occurrence still and it was one you wanted to treasure and nourish.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” he said as you threw in the right amount of coins to pay for the flowers while Shōto picked the excess leaves from the stems.