ordinary things
no one ever trusted katsuki - not fully anyways. i mean, how could anyone? he fired up quickly, and made rash decision out of pure anger. katsuki didn’t even trust himself, he knew how he was and it, honestly, scared him.
that is - until you came along.
from the moment katsuki met you, he couldn’t get your sickly, kind attitude out of his head. some people would call your viewpoint naïve and stupid and blah blah blah (real footage from katsuki's head) whereas, katsuki saw it as his guardian angel. you led him to a path where he did have faith in himself, because you did.
he almost felt lucky to have you— fuck that, he was lucky. especially now, with your body waiting for him to take care of you, just like he often does.
low snores escaped your body and katsuki snorts, kneeling down in front of you, to slip your fingers away from the book that you were previously reading. his hand moves to your hair that cascades over your face, while giving you lightest peck known to mankind.
that wakes you up instantly, your lashes fluttering and heart beating from the mere smell of him.
“’suki? when’d you get home?” you try to sit up, before his hands stop you.
“just now - go back to bed,” you hum in satisfaction at that “i’ll get you to bed, m’kay?” a slow and drooling nod answers him.
and, just like that, something that would be so ordinary to anyone else, feels so special to katsuki. the fact that you let him look after you in such a vulnerable way, that you have this much trust in him, as you let him take your clothes off, so you can wear something more comfortable, never fails to amaze him.
after all, no one has ever had so much belief in him like you did.
