#soft katsuki

♡ Katsuki is def not the texting type. He doesn't spend hours talking and typing shit on his phone cause his fingers are too big. And you type so fast he thinks you have undiagnosed adhd. He finds it amusing tho.

♡ But even when he rarely texts back, he always reads it a few seconds right after you sent them. It's like he was classically conditioned to pick up his phone just hearing that familiar ting of notification set just for you. Just for his baby.

♡ He types less. Even leaves you on seen most of the time sometimes, but what you don't know is he'd find it cute when you send multiple texts in one go. Talking about how your day went. Talking about random stuff your lil head thought of out of nowhere. Series of pings one after the other, he assumes you have a 80 wpm.

♡ He also finds it cute how you're same way on text and in person. Blabbering about things you find interesting—and they're almost anything. And guy is so lovestruck staring and listening at you, he doesn't even complain. As you yap your hearts out, you don't notice his heart eyes, only his friends who always teases him.

♡ Katsuki might not admit it but if a day comes where you don't text often as you're used to, he misses your updates. Would even send a "hey, what's up, babe?" to check up on you for being silent.

♡ During exam week, your boyfriend already knows you'd be busy studying all day and night. So he visits you in your dorm room to make sure you don't skip meals and also to keep you company while you study.

♡ The funny thing is he's not the type to cling to you when he knows you're busy. He's contented with just being in the same room as yours. Not talking, not conversing.

♡ There's some intimacy in just letting the silence take over. Hearing your soft sighs. The crisp sounds of you flipping pages. The soft scratching of highlighters on your notes. The franting scribbling as you focused intently on your books.

♡ The blonde finds you so adorable like this. Your furrowed brows and serious expression, different from the usual smiling and blabbering yn.

♡ As you study your ass off for an exam that's 2 weeks far off, he'll just lay on your bed. Occupied in reading his own notes while stealing glances at you from time to time. He'd even notice you absentmindedly tapping your pen on your chin—which he finds so damn cute.

♡ "You're here again? I told you, you don't have to keep me company, Kats. I still won't be able to spend time with you if im busy studying." you say when he's once again spending the 6th night at your dorm, watching you study.

♡ He shrugs. "Shitty hair's been bugging me, asking how to pick up girls." he snorts. "I'll just crash here for a bit to evade the idiot."

♡ Which unbeknownst to you, is half a lie. That was one time. Or two. He would never blatantly admit he prefers watching his girl study. Your busy times like this and just being the in the room together is already enough quality time for him.

♡ He would also prepare you food at 3am because he doesn't want you ordering whatever junk you stuff your body with.

♡ "You don't have to cook. I'll—"

♡ "Don't want you ordering fastfood. Im here aren't I? What's my purpose as your boyfriend if i don't cook for my girl?" guy was already on his way to the kitchen, rummaging on your stocks.

♡ Another one of the reason why he prefers to stay at your dorm during exam week was to make sure you don't overwork yourself. So it has become a custom for him to force you to rest. Just tiny amounts of break enough to keep your sanity intact.

♡ "H-hey I was still reading—"

♡ "Shush, woman. You've been at it for hours already. Rest."

♡ "Kats, I still haven't—oh my god! Put me d-down!—"

♡ you're already hanging upside down on his shoulders. Katsuki threw you onto the bed half gentle, and the other half has you tumbling on it, face planting on your pillows.

♡ "One hour rest, baby."

♡ "I told you I'm not tired."

♡ "hAH! Tell that to me again if you can keep your eyes open without slamming your head onto the book for the nth time."

♡ you grumbled and tried standing up only for the blonde to pin you gently on the bed, him pushing your face onto the crook of his neck, muttering about how you need your rest or you'll brain will explode from all the information overload.

♡ There are also times where instead of letting you couped up in your room. He finds other ways to let you off some steam.

boomboomboi: come on out.

boomboomboi: im outside your building. Hurry, princess.

♡ you'd be in your pjs, eyes half closed, trying to rub the sleep off your eyes as you'd get down to meet him in front of your building.

♡ The street was almost empty when you stepped out. It was a quiet and cold, making you rub your hands up and down your exposed arms. The 2 AM kind of atmosphere.

♡ And there he was. Hoodie thrown on like it was an afterthought, hands shoved in his pockets, leaning against his bike like he owned the entire street.

♡ "Took you long enough." he muttered, but his eyes were already raking up and down your body. He'd then hand you a spare helmet as he wears his own, gesturing towards his monster of a two wheels, getting on it himself and waiting for you to do the same.

♡ He'd roam around the streets, with you shyly holding onto his shoulders. He'd slow down for a bit, one hand letting go of the handlebars just to gruffly move your arms to wrap around his waist. "Hold on tight, princess. Don't want you falling off now, do we?"

♡ The guy is so petty he'd increase his speed without warning so you'd grip his waist tighter. "Told you to hold onto me." he'd chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours. He'd earn a glare from you underneath the helmet but you'd tightened your hold more.

♡ The sharp growls of the motorcycle would increase as he takes sharp turns, passing by trees, buildings and sparse vehicles scattered in the streets.

♡ That's the beauty of night rides. Only a handful are around so he could drive faster making you feel the wind on your hair and making you hold on tighter to the blonde's waist for your dear life.

♡ After a good few minutes of just roaming around, Katsuki decides to go back to the campus. Avoiding getting caught wandering past curfew ofc. Instead of going to the front of your building, he stops in front of the campus stadium.

♡ "Kats, we can't he here yk?"

♡ "Shush and just follow me, woman." he was already gripping your wrists, gently but firmly as he tugged you with him where you both reached the side of the stadium—fence line, and locked gate.

♡ The blonde didn't evens slow down. Instead, he walked straight to the side entrance where a small security post sat half-lit. The guard looked up and upon seeing Bakugou, just silently opened the gate like it was the usual thing to do. Like you're not sneaking inside the stadium at 4 am in the morning.

♡ Giving your boyfriend a questioning look about how he was able to snuck the both of you in—you just received a shrug. The blonde walked to the middle part of the field, still tugging you by the hand. Then he sat down on the grass and lied on it with his arms behind his head. The look he was giving you was enough for you to do the same.

♡ The atmosphere was quiet. Most of the lights were off, except a few dim ones near the edges that painted the field in soft glow. The stillness of the night seemed so innocent, so intimate. You both laid there quietly, staring at thr beauty of the night.

♡ "hey, dumbass?"

♡ "yeah?" You turned your head to face him. His eyes stared at the sky full of stars.

♡ "take care of yourself. I worry a lot 'bout you, y'know."

♡ "and, dumbass?"

♡ "hmm?"

♡ "Iloveyou." it was said like a whisper, you'd swear it was just the wind.

♡ "did you just—" Katsuki cuts you off by planting a kiss on your lips, taking your breathe away.

♡ "Yes. Now don't make me repeat myself." he huffs but there's no heat in his words as he turned away sharply, ears reddening. You giggled.

♡ Still a couple of months into the relationship, Bakugou has never said those three words, and you haven't too—never thinking it was the right time, yet. But him saying it first was enough to make something bloom in your chest, stomach churning both from anxiety and butterflies.

♡ You turned your gaze back to the sky with a smile on your face. This was what you needed. A break. An escape from studying. A rest, not alone, but with him.

♡ No matter how much you deny that you need rest, Bakugou Katsuki just knows.

♡ He knows you're exhausted but prefers to keep it to yourself because you don't feel it yet. You don't notice the exhaustion in your eyes. The dark circles you've earned in those sleepless nights. The tired eyes.

♡ He knows you've got dreams. Goals you've set your heart to. And ofc he admires you for being so passionate about chasing and reaching them. Katsuki is not limiting you from pursuing those. He just wants you to take breaks from time to time. To see you succeed, not at the cost of your health.

♡ So even when you don't realize that you're getting tired, it's fine. He's there to keep you from burning out. He's there to keep you in check.

♡ The blonde wants you to be able to celebrate your wins so he makes sure you're at your best health. You're well fed, well hydrated and has complete sleep. He keeps your sanity intact by being here with you every step of the way. Because guy's whipped for you. Even if he doesn't say it often—but sure does show it any way he can.

aira-writes © 2026

you'd gotten used to it by now. teenage boys. you didn't want to sound like that. the whole, "all boys are the same" thing. but here, at UA, it was a reoccurring trend.

the lingering stares, the flirty talk, the hangouts that were meant to be simple and somehow always ended in them trying to do something more...the works.

sure, it was mostly just Mineta and his perverted ways, but sometimes it was others too. some just as bad, others just upsetting you with the fact they didn't do anything. they just...let it happen.

not all of them, of course. most were rather the gentlemen. but you were used to this.

it didn't faze you anymore.

but now? you needed help. bad.

midterms were fast approaching, and math was kicking your ass. pre calc, to be specific.

now usually, you would've just called up one of your friends. maybe Momo or Midoriya would explain that nonsense considered work and help you study. but thing is, they were struggling just as bad if not worse than you were.

so after a bit of hesitation and trying to find any other source, you turn to your last resort. also, ironically, the smartest person you knew. Bakugo.

you and him were friends. or, as much of "friends" as you could be with someone as obnoxious as him. you knew he'd help. he'd be a little bitch about it, but he’d help. but that wasn’t the issue.

problem was, you worried he'd be just like everyone else. in other words, tutor you for a while then try to shove his tongue down your throat. or stick his hand in your pants. something along those lines.

sure, you thought better of him. held him to a higher standard. but still, the doubt lingered in your mind anyway.

so when he showed at your dorm that afternoon, bag in one hand with the other shoved in his pocket and a scowl already plastered on his face, you couldn't help but feel a bit shocked. not at the fact that he showed up. no, you knew he would. you were shocked that he actually seemed to be here to help. nothing else. just a friend tutoring a friend. you couldn't help but blink at him in surprise.

    he, of course, seemed to notice this. he raised an eyebrow at your slightly widened eyes, scowl on his face deepening as he grunted out.

    "the hell you starin' at? gonna let me in or what?"  he huffed, adverting his gaze a little too quickly.

    you blink again, only now realizing that you'd been gaping at him like he'd grown a second head. you quickly shook your head, snapping yourself out of the momentary daze as you finally spoke.

    "uh—nothing. my bad. come in!" you reply after recovering, opening the door further to let him in.

Bakugo just rolled his eyes, but walked in anyway. he didn't get why you were so shocked that he actually came. he already agreed to it, so why the hell wouldn't he show? it was common sense. he was convinced you were just being a damn weirdo.

    he ignored it though, instead putting his stuff down and taking a seat up on the floor. your rug seemed comfortable enough. he pulled out a notebook or two and a math textbook—one that'd do most of the explaining for him.

    you followed him in, shutting the door behind you with a soft click. you were still a little baffled, even more so as you watched him set up. but you kept your mouth shut. for now, at least. instead you reached over, grabbing your notebook from your desk to show him what you needed help with. you flipped through a few pages, papers fluttering as you brushed passed it before landing on a recent date.

    "it's this." you point out, finger lightly tapping the page. "the whole conic section. it's confusing as hell." you sigh, arms folding in frustration just by looking at the mess of equations on the paper.

    he quirked an eyebrow, gaze flickering between you and the paper. a beat of silence rang out before he finally spoke, voice gruff and a little harsher than intended.

    "tch, you gotta be kidding me. this?" he muttered, disbelief lacing his tone. no way you didn't understand this. it was like breathing to him.

    you shrink a little under his firm tone. you should've expected it. that was Katsuki Bakugo for you. but…still. you already felt like an idiot for having to ask for help in the first place, and you didn't need him making you feel worse than you already did.

    and him, he couldn’t help but notice. .

he'd never admit it, but watching you recoil from words that came out of his mouth made his chest ache just a little. he didn't mean to be so harsh. not really. he just didn't understand how you were stuck on this compared to all the other confusing bullshit you'd learned. however, he knew this wasn’t the time to judge.

he sighed quietly, running a hand over his face in frustration. not at you, rather at himself for saying that. he felt bad, but he wouldn't apologize. he didn't really do apologies. but the way his features softened a little said everything. and after a moment, he finally spoke.

"...didn't mean it like that, y'know." he mumbles under his breath, shifting closer to sit beside you instead of across. he chose his next words carefully, being sure not to say anything that would make matters worse. "it's just...i'm sure you're overthinking it. you're probably thinking too hard about the numbers and can't see how simple it is."

you watched from the corner of your eye as he moved closer, raising an eyebrow skeptically. no way this nonsense could be "simple". though, him saying you were just overthinking caught your attention. honestly, he probably wasn't wrong. you had a tendency to do that. you hesitated but lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze, willing to hear him out.

watching your eyes meet his, he knew he caught your attention. he couldn't help but smirk a little to himself. good. you were listening. and so he continued, finger pointing to page as he explained, voice firm but not unkind. "avoid the numbers. pay more attention to the shapes...sometimes visualizing it helps better than trying to solve it all at once."

your eyes followed his finger to the book, listening intently. your gaze traced the words on the paper, following along with what he said. and dammit...you hated that he made perfect sense. you were still a little thrown off by his earlier words, and honestly still a bit puzzled by all this nonsense. but as he continued to simplify it, giving you a few problems to try and letting you piece it together, it all started to make sense.

this continued for a while, him talking you through it and giving easier ways to do it. and before you knew it, you found yourself understanding the material like you were never struggling to begin with. sure, it may have taken an hour or two for it to click, but he stayed patient. (or as patient as he could be. it was still Bakugo, after all.) but the fact that you were able to do a whole page of the homework by yourself now spoke for itself.

with that, you spent the rest of that evening finishing the work and studying what you'd just learned. you didn't really need his guidance anymore, but he was still there anyway. maybe for extra help or just emotional support. ironic coming from him. but you weren't complaining. you liked having someone there to listen to you blabber on about whatever while you did your work.

meanwhile Bakugo leaned back on his hands with this subtle smirk resting on his face—silently satisfied. like he knew he did something. but for someone usually so loud, surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut. he didn't mind being quiet for now. he'd never admit it, but he actually liked sitting here and listening to you talk while you worked. it was almost a way for you two to unwind with all the constant stress here.

despite his silence, you could tell he was still listening. he'd occasionally make little comments or sounds of agreement, just so you knew he was all ears. and not too long after, you finally finished. you held up the paper enthusiastically, waving it in front of his face. you were practically bouncing in place, unable to contain your excitement.

"look at that. did it! by myself!" you exclaim, smiling proudly.

"tch, you dumbass. quit waving that shit in my face!" Bakugo huffed in mild annoyance, dodging out of your way as you swung the paper in front of his face.

however, he couldn't blame you for being so giddy. the work was confusing as hell—anyone would be happy to even understand it, let alone do a whole worksheet by themselves. though, he was still caught off guard by how excited you were over something so simple. but before he could think too hard about that, he saw it.

a smile. small. fleeting. only for a brief moment. but it was so sweet. so bright. he felt something in his chest tighten. a warm, foreign feeling. he blinked once, eyes widening subtly as the feeling coursed through him. for a moment he just stared, expression softening without him realizing. he let out a little sigh with this mesmerized look on his face. one he didn't even know he was capable of making.

but if anyone asked? he wouldn't admit to it. not ever. he just glanced away quickly to hide the subtle flush creeping up his ears, mumbling under his breath.

"you did damn good...or whatever..." he murmurs, sounding more grumpy than anything else. but really, he was just flustered. he never really saw you smile like that before. or maybe he did, and just never paid that much attention until now.

    you raised an eyebrow curiously, wondering why he seemed so flustered all of a sudden. but you didn't bother asking. you knew he'd only deny any accusations you made. so instead you just shook your head at the slightly amusing sight, letting out a huff of a laugh before you spoke.

    "couldn't have done it without you." you reply, voice soft and almost a bit teasing. but you meant it wholeheartedly. you really couldn't have done it without him. sure, he was a bit difficult at first, but he helped nonetheless. honestly, you'd probably fail if you didn't have him tutor you a little today.

    not only that, but it was almost kinda fun too. when you finally got the hang of things, he actually wasn't that bad to be around. you two talked about nonsense for almost an hour straight while you did your work, even gossiping a bit which you never expected from him. the thought made your expression soften a little. you fell silent, staring at his flushed face for just a moment too long as you thought to yourself. but eventually you spoke, tone dropping just a notch.

    "y'know...this actually wasn't so bad." you admit, voice quieter. softer, like you wanted him to know you really meant it.

    now that made him look up. not just what you said, but the way you said it. quiet. real. his expression softened a little without him realizing. he hesitated, not wanting to sound all mushy. but the words left him anyway.

    "yeah...it wasn't." he practically mumbles, gaze locked with yours. it stays longer than it probably should, searching like he's looking for something. maybe trying to understand why the silence suddenly felt so different. so...heavy. but you don't look away, and neither does he.

    he swallows thickly, throat bobbing slightly as he tries to control that funny feeling in his heart. but he couldn't help it. his gaze flickered down before he could stop it, but he quickly met your gaze again. he just hoped you didn't see that.

    but you did. of course you did. your breath caught slightly, heart fluttering in your chest. your eyes narrowed slightly, as if silently saying "i saw that". though, you made no real effort to call him out on it.

    his observant eyes caught your little shift; the slight narrowing of your eyes that told him the exact opposite of what he'd been hoping. however, he expected it. being caught made his cheeks flush just a little with embarrassment, but he didn't look away this time. didn't run. instead? he faced it head on.

    and after a long moment of hesitation, he went for it. Bakugo's hand lifted slow, carefully reaching. but it paused just before it could reach your cheek. hovering. giving you time to back away if you wanted. his eyes never strayed from yours, jaw clenched tight like he's internally fighting himself.

    and you? you didn't back away. if anything you leaned into it a little, feeling the warmth emitting from his palm. his hand was calloused; rough from ruthless training. but his touch was still so gentle. so soft. so unlike the hands you're used to. his fingers brushed against your skin, delicate and almost uncertain. the kind of touch that asks a wordless question.

    a question you don't answer. not really. but the way you nuzzled into his hand said everything. and somehow, that little reaction broke any restraint he had left.

    Bakugo leaned in slow, heart pounding in his chest. then he closed the distance, lips pressing against yours as he kissed you. really kissed you. deep. warm. but also careful, like he was terrified of hurting you or making you uncomfortable.

    your eyes widened a little, breath hitching softly. it felt as if fireworks exploded in your chest, heart thrumming so quickly you were sure he'd hear it. but then you melted, kissing him back. you let out a little sigh against his lips, shoulders relaxing from a tension you didn't even know was there before.

    you two were like that for a while, only pulling away when you both desperately needed air. he didn't go far when he pulled back, staying close. his forehead nearly brushed against yours. his hand stayed on your face for a moment longer, thumb gently caressing your cheek before falling back to his side. and then he spoke. quietly, as if anything louder would ruin the rawness of the moment.

    "...that's it, y/n. just...wanted to kiss you." he admits, whispered and slightly rough from unspoken nervousness.

    your expression softened at that, letting out a quiet breath at the realization: there was no motive behind his touch. no further expectation. just him. just a kiss.

    the silence that followed wasn't awkward. wasn't heavy. rather, it was full. warm even. eventually he cleared his throat, glancing away in attempt to gather himself. it's obvious he's still flustered. honestly, it's a little amusing to watch. but you don't laugh. and he doesn't run. and somehow, that's more than enough.

    he glances back at you, eyes searching like he's making sure you're okay. really okay. then he speaks again, voice lower than before. "...you should get some rest. it's late, y'know." he mumbles, gathering his things that were still scattered on your floor.

    you seemed to snap out of your little daze, still feeling the warmth of his kiss on your lips. you nodded slowly, agreeing. "yeah...i will." you murmur, voice just as quiet.

    he repacks his bag, gathering all of his things. he stands slowly, and you do the same. he gives you one last look and then turns as if he's about to leave, steps slower now. more controlled. he reaches the door, but doesn't even get a foot outside before you interrupt.

    "Bakugo...?" you call from inside, voice nervous yet sure all the same. your gaze held his, not daring to look away.

    his steps faltered hearing you call out to him. he paused, glancing over his shoulder to look back at you. his tone was gruff, but not unkind. "...what?"

    you watched him turn back to you, shifting your weight sheepishly. suddenly you felt very hesitant. but you couldn't back down now. you had to follow though. and so, you said it.

    "...thank you." you utter, voice soft.

    Bakugo blinked once, confused. then his blonde eyebrows knitted together. what the hell were you thanking him for? he opened his mouth to ask, but you beat him to it.

    "for not…trying anything." you explain, voice slightly unsteady but completely honest.

    his expression shifts slightly, still not getting it. but then it clicked. his eyes hardened slightly. but not with anger. more just hurt by the fact that you thought— even for just a second— that he would try something. even more so that you were so used to it that you expected it from him too. but then, he softened. more than you'd ever seen it before. he glanced away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he replies.

    "well...yeah." he trails off, before murmuring under his breath. "...i wasn't gonna." he admits quietly.

    your heart warmed at that. deep down, you knew he wouldn't. wouldn't even think about it. but this? this rare softness? a small smile tugged at your lips unknowingly.

    his gaze flickered to your lips, taking in the smile. not the same bright proud one as before, but a smile nonetheless. resigned. content. and that was enough for him. he huffed lightly, turning on his heels. his hand rested lightly on the doorknob as he repeated himself.

    "get some rest...i'll see ya later." he finally states, closing the door behind him with a soft snap.

    and you were left standing there, staring at the door with a heavy heart. but not bad heavy. heavy as in full. weighted in the way that made you feel kinda fuzzy inside. because for once, you were kissed. not to get taken home, and not with the intention of anything more. just a sweet, genuine kiss.

    nothing more.

In your haste to make as few trips as possible, the top crate had started to tip. Appearing as if from thin air, Dynamight wrapped a gloved hand around one side and easily set the heavy container back on top.

"Oh! Thanks, 'Tsuki!"

You beamed up at him, enjoying the way the tip of his ears flushed at the nickname.

"Tch, whatever. What's this all for anyway?" 

His usually fluff hair was still somewhat damp from taking a shower before he left his agency. It wasn't fair he looked so good all the time. No. Stop. You just got out of a relationship. You can't start looking at your best friend that way.

"I'm exhibiting at the convention this weekend. Since I'll have a work space, I've been allowed to bring my projects today to start setting up."

Giving the cart another gentle pull to maneuver it down the hall to the elevator.

"The big one? With all the fancy people 'n shit?"

You could help but laugh, "Yes, the big one with the fancy people. They invited me to give a panel on a few of my biomechanical augmentations and their uses. Plus, they like my work enough that I've been given a work space. Basically, I get a free opportunity to show my work at Japan's largest Support convention and I get to speak to colleagues and students about the importance of it!"

Crimson eyes stared at you for a heartbeat longer than necessary before he scoffed. 

"Fuckin nerd," there was no bite behind his words, only a soft fondness you couldn't remember seeing from him before.

"Whatever 'Tsuki," rolling your eyes in a half-hearted attempt at appearing irritated, you pulled the cart down the hall.

After calling for the elevator, you were waiting for doors to open when heavy footsteps down the hall made you turn to look. Striding toward you with the other two -admittedly smaller, but not by much - crates, was Bakugo. The door to your apartment had been closed, and the bag he usually took to and from work with him was nowhere to be seen.

"Katsuki, you don't need to carry those! You just got done working!" Guilt flashed through your chest when you took in his tired frame hauling the boxes like they were nothing.

"Tch, 'm already here. Might's well help."

Your heart skipped a beat at the familiar words.

It was the second day of the convention, just after noon and you were buzzing with excitement. You'd just finished your panel and it went better than you could have hoped. The audience listened with rapt attention as you spoke of the importance of including the general population into designs like yours, not just heroes. Once you were finished, members of the audience had lined up so long that you hadn't been able to get to all of their questions during your Q&A segment.

Overall, it had been an extremely successful day. You'd just returned to your work station and were unpacking the projects you had carefully stored before leaving them unattended when a familiar voice caught your attention.

"How'd yer speech thing go?"

His hands were shoved in his pockets; signature ash blond hair ruffled in that infuriatingly handsome away it always was while those crimson eyes took in the various information placards you'd displayed around the work area.

"My panel went well, thanks for asking. You didn't work today?"

You watched him shift slightly to the side to let someone pass without taking his eyes off the infographic he was reading.

"Worked overnight. Figured I'd come see what yer so excited about," a familiar rush of red colored the tips of his ears and cheeks.

The butterflies that exploded in your stomach were impossible to ignore. Heat filled your chest and crept up the back of your neck when you realized he was missing out on sleep to come see your exhibit.

"Thank you, 'Tsuki. I... I'm glad you came," your voice was softer than usual and full of a warmth neither of you expected - if the look on his face was anything to go by.

Red eyes locked with yours and the noise of the room seemed to fade into the background at the intensity of his gaze. When you flicked your tongue out to wet your lips, his eyes dropped to track the movement.

It wasn't until a delighted voice broke through whatever trance held the two of you that you remembered where you were.

"Oh my gosh! Your panel was incredible! I have a couple questions about something you mentioned if you have a few minutes..."

Dragging your eyes away from his, you plastered on a friendly smile trying to cover whatever these emotions were that had suddenly bubbled to the surface under his heated stare.

Katsuki didn't say goodbye when he left your station, though you hadn't expected him to. Honestly, you were surprised to see him, he didn't usually attend big public functions like these unless he had to. Figuring he probably went back home, you pushed him from your mind and focused on tinkering with one of your newest augmentations.

This one in particular was fairly small, intended to work as an assistive implant rather than a new limb or full mobility aid. You'd designed it to function alongside previously injured joints and limbs, specifically in instances where overuse or prolonged use of said injured zone could be detrimental to the person's ability to function. The device would supply additional energy and strength through the kinetic movement generated when the limb was in use. Essentially it was intended to function as a secondary support to take some of the pressure off the previously injured areas.

And you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't had Katsuki in mind when creating it.

From the day you met him, you'd noticed how his right arm would tremble if he over used it. Even all these years later the old wound still affected his life and hero work. This particular prototype had been in the works for the last year and a half - you'd been intending to give it to him as a birthday present in the spring.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice someone had stopped in front of your work space until they cleared their throat in irritation. Giving your head a shake, you looked up and immediately wished you hadn't.

There, standing in front of you with a smug smirk on his face, was your ex.

A rush of adrenaline flashed through you as you stood, narrowing your eyes at the amusement that lit up his face at your reaction.

"Well, hey there sweetheart. Fancy seeing you here," from his tone you could tell he wasn't the least bit surprised.

"What are you doing here?" You tried to keep your tone firm, but there was just the hint of a tremble near the end that had his smirk break into a full-blown smile.

"I'm just attending the convention, love."

"Don't call me that. You lost that privilege when you decided to cheat on me."

"Aww, don't be like that. We just had a rough patch, that's all. Needed to give you time to cool off before we worked things out."

Your stomach turned with disgust. What had you ever seen in him?

"You need to leave," your eyes scanned the crowd for a familiar head of blond hair, a pit forming in your chest when you didn't see him.

"Why's that, sweetheart? Your big bad protector isn't here to save you this time." He took a step forward until he was leaning over the table that separated you from the crowd of people milling just beyond it - his hands pressed against the cloth covered table while he crowded your space.

Terror had you frozen in place. You didn't know what to do. If you caused a scene, it could disrupt the entire convention. But if you did nothing... you had no idea what he might do.

Thankfully, it wasn't left to you to decide. One of the exhibitors across from you must have noticed the uncomfortable situation.

"Hey! You're the one who had the panel on the usage of biomechanical augmentation outside the field of hero work right?"

The man's cool voice cut through the tension like a knife, drawing the predatory stare of your ex away from you and forcing him to lean back again.

"Uh, y-yes. I spoke on it this afternoon."

As the man approached, your ex took a step back - the lazy smirk from before replacing the predatory smile. "See you later, love."

Once he disappeared into the crowd you nearly collapsed, nausea rising to burn your throat.

"Hey, are you okay?" The other exhibitor immediately ducked around the side of your work space to come to your side.

"Uh... yea. Yes, just not feeling well," you could see on his face he didn't believe you. Frankly, you didn't blame him, not when you could feel the way you were trembling.

"Do you want me to find security?" His voice was calm and rough, thick fingers hovering near your elbow waiting to catch you if you collapsed.

"No, no. It's... it's alright."

He eyed you once more, a frown pulling at this friendly face, "I can walk you to your car tonight or give you a lift to the bus if you'd like."

Blinking a few times, you realized his face was vaguely familiar. You'd seen him at other events before, and once when you'd freelanced at Fat Gum's agency.

"That would be great. If you don't mind."

The shaking had stopped by the time you got home - though you didn't even make it fully into your apartment before the sobbing started. You sunk to the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees and went to lean back against the solid weight of the door.

It was only once you did this that you realized it wasn't fully shut. The pressure of your back against the wood caused you to fall back slightly and the door to slam shut - the sound echoing through your quiet apartment. 

You weren't on the floor for more than a minute or two before three quick knocks sounded behind you. Katsuki. He always knocked the same way - quick, efficient, and distinctly him. You knew that if you ignored him, he'd just keep knocking or force his way in. So instead, you took a shuttering breath, trying to push down the sobs that still threatened to overwhelm you, and turned the knob.

A scowl wrinkled his pretty face, his hand already raised to knock again. The moment he took in the slight swelling around your eyes and wet cheeks he didn't wait for you to invite him in. Pushing past the door, he kicked it shut while his hands held your cheeks.

"The hell happened? Why're you cryin?"

All thought of trying to maintain composure fell the instant he touched you. Fresh sobs wracked through you. Letting go of your face, he wrapped one arm around your back pulling you into him while the other held the back of your head - letting you tuck your face into his chest. He held you like that until the tears slowed, using the heat of his body and the pressure of his strong arms to ground and sooth you.

Panic coursed through him when he heard your door slam. Only to have it reinforced when you finally answered and he could see the fear in your tear-filled eyes. He let you soak his shirt, held you until you had nothing left but trembling breaths. Once he was sure you weren't about to break again, he repeated his earlier question.

"The hell happened, pretty?" Warmth bloomed in his chest when you tried to burrow deeper into his grasp. He was fucked.

"Promise you won't leave?"

He hated how small your voice was - how the fear overwhelmed your bright feisty nature.

"'M not leavin'."

"He was there..." Katsuki tensed instantly. "'Tsuki, he was there and I... I froze. He'd never acted like that before. I'd never been truly afraid he would hurt me before."

Fighting against his impulsive need to destroy when he was upset was something Katsuki had become very skilled at over the years. Yet, here, in this moment, he wasn't sure he'd ever toed a line this thin. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, the hand at your back gripped your shirt in an effort to ground himself. He'd promised.

"He won't touch you, pretty. I'll make damn fuckin' sure of it," he barely bit the words out before he kissed the top of your head - the action causing you to relax in his grasp.

"'Tsuki... will you stay?" You looked up at him with trust-filled tired eyes, exhaustion written across every inch of you.

"'Til, ya tell me ta go, pretty."

The soft chime of your alarm woke you the next morning. Reaching over to silence it, you relaxed back into the warmth of your bed when the sudden realization of a warm body wrapped around you made your eyes shoot open. Panic made your heart thunder until a heavy arm pulled gently at your waist to tuck you into the hard planes of his body - the tickle of ash blond hair against your cheek when he pressed his forehead to your shoulder with a groan reminding you of the events of the night before.

"You stayed?" Your whisper felt too loud in the silent morning air.

"Tch, 'course I stayed," Katsuki's voice was a deep rumble in his chest, still heavy with sleep. "Told ya I would."

Turning in his grip, you felt his hand tug at your shirt for a second, as if he was afraid, you'd leave. Once you were facing him, you pressed on hand to the center of his chest - feeling the strong heartbeat beneath.

"Thank you."

He hummed in response, crimson eyes moving slowly across your face like he was trying to burn this moment into his memory. Your eyes dropped to his lips before flicking back up to meet his burning gaze.

Moving before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned up - going slow enough to let him back away if he wanted to - and pressed your lips to his. It was quick and tender, meant as thanks and a hope for more.

You'd barely pulled back, before his chasing mouth met yours again. The kiss was warm and soft and filled with a passionate ferocity that threatened to steal the breath from your lungs. His lips moved with confidence as a low groan rumbled out of his chest. 

Breaking away from his hungry lips with a gasp, he didn't stop. 

"You have no fuckin' clue how long I've been wantin' ta do this," he growled out between the hot kisses he pressed to your jaw and neck.

You couldn't help the soft whimper that left you at his heated touch. You're not sure how long this would have continued either - had it not been for your back-up alarm chiming and bringing you both back to reality.

A chuckle escaped you at his growl of annoyance, "I gotta get ready, 'Tsuki. It's the last day of the convention."

He shifted to hold himself above you, one arm caging you in as he looked down at you. "Fine. But I'm comin'."

Your protest was cut off with another rough kiss.

"No arguin', pretty."

The convention had barely been open for an hour before he reappeared. A familiar bloom of panic flared in your chest before you reminded yourself that you weren't alone today. He approached your table with the same arrogance as yesterday, though you noticed his eyes narrow some at the lack of fear in your expression.

"It's good to see you again, sweetheart," the sickly sweetness of his tone turned your stomach. "What'd'ya say you back up early and we spend some time together, huh?"

You opened your mouth to reply when a different deeper voice cut you off with a growl.

"Thought I told ya what would happen if I saw yer face again?"

It really was unfair just how good he looked in a t-shirt and jeans. The fabric of his shirt seemed to cling perfectly to his toned body, the sleeves snug around the firm muscle of his biceps. There was a dangerous glint to his crimson eyes as he stared down your ex.

You would have found it funny how quickly the smaller man paled upon seeing Katsuki, were it not for the other two men who suddenly appeared behind him. You recognized them immediately, even without their hero uniforms on.

Red Riot and Deku. You'd done work at both of their agencies in the past... and you hadn't realized Katsuki had reached out to them.

Kirishima broke into a dangerous, sharp-toothed smile, "What'd'ya say we go for a walk, friend?"

"O-oh, I-I'm alright... I w-was ac-actually just leaving..."

The quiet friendly voice of Deku spoke up then, "I'm sure you were, we'll make sure you get out safely. After all," he looked at you, green eyes glinting with humor. "Any friend of theirs is a friend of ours."

When Katsuki returned a while later, you were just finishing up discussing a potential contract job for Cementoss' agency. Katsuki waited patiently until you were done before he made his way around your table.

"Shouldn't have any more tro-"

You cut him off with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Heavy hands found their way to your waist, tugging you into his chest and holding you there.

When you finally broke away from the kiss, you were breathless, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Asks are open!

One time, you were out at a rolling skating rink and ordered from the food stall there. The chicken sandwich you ordered was falling apart as you tried to pick it up with both hands, eventually giving up and just covering your mouth with one hand as you ate it. "Don't look at me, I have chicken hanging out of my mouth." You said, noticing that Katuski was assumed by your struggle. "What? Feeling a little tender?" He grinned at you.

Your eyes grew wide with surprise and excitement as you realized he had just made a joke! "That was so good!" You squealed, kicking your legs with excitement. He smiled shyly and bobbed his head, saying, "Yeah, yeah."

Once you two were married, the banter never stopped between you. He let his reserved self go and would howl with laughter at your witty comments and puns. "It's an im-pasta!" You declared as you had found an undo noodle in your late night pack of ramen. Katsuki chortled at you, smiling and shaking his head. "Want me to lock him up?" He asked, grinning at you. "Yes!" You affirmed, letting him take the undo noodle out of the simmering pot and popping it into his mouth.

One day, you were filming for a show that specialized in revealing some behind the scenes moments of real heroes' lives, and you and Katsuki had been the most voted to be interviewed by the viewers for obvious reasons. The cameraman trailed behind Katsuki as he walked to the front door of his house with a bouquet of 24 red roses.

You opened the door, having heard some chatting outside and gasped. "Awwww. You're so thoughtful, Katsuki." You hugged him, and he kissed your temple. "He really rose to the occasional, huh?" You said, looking directly into the camera, wiggling your eyebrows. "You're a fucking funny person." He chuckled. "My wife," He gestured to you at the camera, "is the fucking funniest person I know. "

I made a Part 2 to this little drabble. You can read it here. It's just a small collection of little stories like the ones above, so if you liked this, feel free to check it out!

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