#sob!!

you’re leaning over his shoulder just inspecting what he’s cooking and even just a simple “mm, that looks good.” has him stiffening. his shoulders hike up a little and he grunts. “‘f course it does, who the fuck d’you think you’re talkin’ to ?” but his ears are strangely pink and he’s boiling harder that what’s on the stove.

he likes when you compliment his strength—his body is his pride after all—and those get him too (he catches himself walking a little bit straighter that day and swears up and down to himself it wasn’t from you) but honestly when you compliment anything else ; his eyes, his hair that day, his clothes, skills—his fucking handwriting. dude crimps up, stiffens and stares at you blankly like he’s computing before getting all embarrassed and brushing you off to save face.

if you keep insisting he’ll start sweating profusely and accidentally let’s a few little crackle, crackle, pops !—that surprise both you and him. he literally stares off into the void contemplating if he should drop dead or not.

“don’t. say. shit.”

“i—“

“sh—ut..shut up. don’t—stop talking.”

Anyway, day 3 will come out later tonight obviously. I'll try to get it in *before* 1 o'clock in the morning because posting at the witching hour seems not to work in my favor. Who knew nobody else would be awake at ungodly hours of the night? >:0

“oi, here.” 

katsuki’s chopsticks are outstretched towards you, gyoza in between them. his other hand below it to stop anything from falling.

you blink, swallowing your mouthful. katsuki’s eyebrows are furrowed, despite this being a sweet gesture.

“aw, katsuki. you’re feeding me ?” you tease, already leaning in towards him. 

katsuki scoffs. he rolls his eyes, already debating whether he should just pull away and have you bite into the air like an idiot so he can laugh about it. 

“shut up. i know you don’t like what you got.” he grunts. he nudges his food towards you impatiently, “c'mon.” he rushes. 

it’s not that you didn’t like what you got. but well…you still had to get used to the taste !

this was the regular spot when you went out with your boyfriend and while you usually both grabbed your usuals, you decided to be bold and try something knew. you loved this restaurant, surely it couldn’t be that bad.

well, you were getting through it. slowly but surely.

you pout at him “i like it,” you say defensively “m’just trying to, like...enjoy the flavours, the aroma’s, y’know ?”

you barely manage to swallow down your mouthful of food—immediately gulping your drink to wash it down. 

you ignore your boyfriend’s unimpressed look.

“uhuh, just have the damn thing before i eat it myself. don’t wanna be stuck with your ass complaining in the car for twenty minutes ‘cus you don’t feel full enough,” katsuki copies your voice nasally, because of course he could never let you have anything. 

“then i’ll be the one having to make you food because if i don’t, you’ll say i hate you.”

“you do hate me.

“don’t start.” he warns.

you giggle. katsuki raises a brow, urging you to stop keeping him waiting. you finally lean in to have a bite, katsuki leans his hand towards you, and then—

splat—!

“ah—!”  you let out a surprised gasp as the gyoza hits the table.  you both stare at it for a good second.

you desperately try to hold in your laughter as you look up at katsuki, emotionlessly staring at the splattered mess.

until his ears turn red, then his cheeks. his eyebrow twitches. his mouth moves like he wants to scream but nothing comes out.

this is what he gets for trying to be a good boyfriend, guess he’ll just go fuck himself.

“katsuki…” your voice trembles.

“shut up…s’your fault,” he mumbles. it takes you out and you can’t help but laugh. his jaw clenches hard.

“me ?!” you snort.

“yeah , you !” he accuses, “s’cus you made me wait too damn long ! god forbid i try an’ do something nice for you…jeez..” he ends bitterly. he tries to grab another bite of food but the gyoza he’s aggressively aiming for keeps slipping off his chopsticks, your eyes prick with tears while you ugly laugh and katsuki mumbles curses at his food. 

“fuckin’ dammit.” he’s almost heaving when he finally manages to grip his food properly. you’ve calmed down with a happy sigh. 

he squints at you. “stop laughin’ at me…hate you.” 

“you’re so cute,” you simpered. 

“shut up.” katsuki hisses, grabbing your jaw and shoving his chopsticks into your mouth.

you find out shoto doesn’t eat candy much, so he doesn’t have any favourite candy.  you immediately decided that needed to be changed. and after a quick snack run you’d ended up here—candy tasting with him.

none of the ones you’d gotten had really done it for him yet. even when you started rating them with him. he’d rate them honestly, but to him, none of them qualified as ‘favourite worthy.’

“no-go for that one, then.” you mumble, barring it off of the list of candies you'd already tried. yes, you were taking this very seriously. 

shoto wasn’t allowed to have candy when he was younger, his father considered it junk food and therefore treated it like poison he wasn’t allowed to have under any circumstance. he’s older now, though. and he’s had candy before, of course. but he doesn’t care to have a favourite candy or chocolate bar, and he doesn’t know why you want to find out which one he likes so badly to the point you’d made him test so many.

but you look so serious about it that he doesn’t want to stop you. and any type spent with you was time well spent, in his eyes.

he knows this is your way of getting him to feel a bit more normal. he sees the look on your face when he mentions bits and pieces of his home life, of his childhood, of his father and things he was never allowed to do growing up. he thinks maybe there’s more to this than just wanting to find a favourite for him. you’d always been sweet for him like that. 

“oh, hey. let’s do these ones next !”

you pull out a new packet of candies. it’s one he realises he recognises. oh—

“these are my favourites !” you smile.

ah, bingo. 

shoto knows these are your favourites. you always get them when you go for convenience store runs together, or get them from a vending machine. he’s never personally tried them.

“okay,” he agrees, but he’s already made up his mind.

he takes a handful and yeah—as he’d expected, they're alright. sweet like all the other fruity snacks he’s had. but when you ask him; 

“so ?” with a curious side smile. 

of course he responds with a nod;

“yeah, i really like these.”

your eyes widen like you’d made a breakthrough, he huffs out a subtle laugh.

“really ?!”

shoto swallows, “yeah.”

“what’d you rate them ?”

he thinks for only a second “ten.” he lies.

you’ve caught him, it seems. you raise a brow in question. 

“ten ? what makes these so different ?”

shoto knows any of his potential truthful responses will disappoint you because he has no other reason other than these being your favourites, so he thinks hard.

“i like the fruitiness.” he responds, straight faced. he wants you to take him serious.

you raise an unimpressed eyebrow. you don't, clearly.

“...think pretty much every candy in the world is fruity, hotshot.” you shake your head with a laugh. “look, you don’t have to keep indulging me like this. we can stop now if you’re tired.” you say sympathetically.

“we can stop, but not because i’m tired. i’ve found my favourite.” he insists.

“shoto—there’s no way these are a ten for you because of the fruitiness.” you say incredulously, snorting midway through your sentence.

busted. 

“...okay, an eight then,” he admits, like every other high rated candy he’d tried up until know, you let out an “ah-ha !” he smiles lightly.

“but i don’t need it to be a ten for them to be my favourites. i’ve already decided they are.” he responds sincerely.

you blink at him, then blow air through your nose. reaching for his hand, which he immediately gives you, you play with his fingers shyly.

“copycat...” you murmur. shoto hums happily in response.

you don't even have to look away either like imagine you just got takeout from the drive through you literally touch one fry and his big ass hand is already fishing in the bag and snatching some too lol.(sometimes he'll even just ask you to feed him. he straight up takes it from your hands too but only sometimes bc he know it pisses you off and he'll get his privileges revoked lol)