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itâs bc im on that damn phone honestly
saw a post which was like âyou donât need a rebrand or a glow up, your screen time is just too highâ and honestly yeah
â„you & bakugo wonât say youâre dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #1.
observed by â mina ashido
ây/n says she and bakugo arenât dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.â
âĄ
mina assumes itâs a trick of the light.
seroâs stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, minaâs quick to assume the sightâs caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesdayâs physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on seroâs eyeglasses. theyâre purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGPâs A-Level biology guide & pretends she isnât observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugoâs face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, heâs simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesnât miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #2.
observed by â sero hanta
âbakugo swears y/n isnât anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as âmine?â
i love whatever the hell is wrong with katsuki bakugou and sanemi shinazugawa
bakugou who swears heâs not listeningâalways turns when you laugh.
đŠč content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff.
It started as a small thing, something no one really noticed at first.
Whenever you laughed, Bakugouâs head would snap toward the sound. Instantly. Instinctively. Like someone had pressed a switch in his brain labeled you.
Didnât matter if he was in the middle of eating, training, or yelling at Kaminari â his eyes would flick in your direction the second that soft, genuine sound left your lips.
At first, Kirishima thought it was funny.
âDude,â he whispered one day during lunch, leaning close with that toothy grin of his, âyou know your neckâs gonna break one day if you keep doing that.â
Bakugou scowled. âThe hell are you talkinâ about?â
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, tilting his chin toward you where you were laughing with Mina across the table. Like clockwork, Bakugouâs head snapped around again.
Kirishima nearly howled.
âSee?! Bro, youâre like a dog hearing its ownerâs voiceââ
âShut up, shitty hair!â Bakugou barked, ears pink.
âAw, come on, man! Itâs kinda cute!â
Bakugou glared at him, but it didnât help his case that you laughed again at that exact moment â and his eyes darted over again, completely betraying him.
Kirishima bit back a grin. âYou donât even realize it, huh?â
Bakugou grumbled, âRealize what?â
âThat you donât just turn your head when she laughs,â Kirishima said. âYou smile.â
Bakugou clicked his tongue. âTch. Shut up.â
But when he heard your laugh echo again, soft and bright, his head turned.
And his lips twitched before he could stop them.
©rosereveries
im not fine . . . .
you realize bakugo doesnt like you when your high.
it's unfortunate of course, the weed already has you paranoid about everything and now, sitting in between all his friends you realize he probably never did.
your rambling, bakugo next to you his eyes hazed slightly, he hasn't responded once but thats not particularly uncommon for the man.
it's when your mid sentence, egging for his attention when he interrupts you, a finger pressing on your lips, "wait be quiet, 'm tryna hear." and you stop, almost to shocked from the touch to realize what he means.
kirishima is below him speaking in hushed tones to denki about whatever nonsense they go on about. giggling and sharing puffs of smoke.
and you look at bakugou, his fingers back on his lips, and he smiles. white canines peeking from behind his knuckles.
you realize sero had been looking at you for a little bit, and your paranoia spikes tenfold.
you'd been loud, and ruining the vibe. katsuki, blunt as always swooped in as the hero to save everyone from your sickening voice.
you excuse yourself to the bathroom of the males house, trying to calm the hurt in your chest.
the unnoticed gestures, the dimissed words. it was all there.
you clenched your knees, your heart was at an erratic pace now.
the comments, the looks of dissaproval and shame. you'd never fit in with them, bakugo especially, he's never even saw you.
never even considered you.
god, you needed to get out of this bathroom, it was getting hard to breathe.
you quietly made you way out of the back door, though you weren't sure it was necessary, would they even notice you'd gone?
would he?
you didn't want to think about it, your failed frienships, your failed relationship, if you could even call it that.
you're halfway through katsuki'a driveway when you realize you didnt drive here and just ran out of money for an uber.
fuck, what were you supposed to do? walk? it was to far, plus you were still midly high, and with no sidewalks you didnt want to risk a car taking you.
before you could come to a decision a voice sounded behind you.
"hey, [name], babe are you okay?" it was sero, his touch made you jump.
"shit! sero, you scared me.." you mumbled trying to wipes tears you know he'd already seen.
"sorry, just..came to check on you. we were looking for you in there."
pitifully the comment made your heart swell. "oh well, just getting some air."
"i get it." and he's silent for a moment. "are..are you okay?"
and the way he asks you, so tender, so soft it almost makes you cry again. "i'm..iâ" you choke on your words, and you almost want to tell him.
how out of place you feel despite the 5 of you being friends for as long as you can remember. how stupid you were you. going that long without catching on to bakugos obvious annoyance.
but instead you swallow hard and say, "i'm fine, just. i'm fine." sero doesn't press which your thankful for but the moment doesn't last long as kirishima, foggy eyed and so obviously fadded bursts through the front door and perks when he sees you and sero.
"guys she's out here!" and the words make you cringe, but you can't stop the onslaught of people that crowd you now. you can't make a scene, you can't fuck this up even more.
"so what, you guys are just having all the fun without us?" kirishima says, pouting. he whiny when he gets high. and it hurts more that you know bakugo probably loves it.
sero responds for you thankfully, slinging a casual arm over your shoulder, something denki's eyes flicker at though you don't notice. "don't be jealous, were comin' back inside now." and sero momentarily looks at your face for approval, you nod.
you don't look at bakugo, so afraid to see his expression, though if you did, you would have saw something some might say is akin to jealousy.
I don't think pots and pans should get dirty when you use them
many on here need to be learning this lesson
SOMEWHERE AMONG
synopsis: somewhere among all the little moments, it becomes very apparent to various people in his life that katsuki bakugo is in love with you. (aka when they realize and know that he's so incredibly gone.)
notes: YAYYY more unofficialbf!katsuki !! 3.5k wc. childhood friends to lovers (?) but no real confession or establishment of relationship. so like childhood friends to unofficial lovers. N E WAYS the concept is like. childhood vs now: when people realize he loves you sorta. or at least that's what i wanted originally but at some point i was just writing like idek man. not well-proofread so there are probs lots of errors n mistakes w the flow im sorry. first longer piece in a min w my writing hiatus and all so im a bit rusty but i hope yall enjoy!!
mitsuki knows before anyone else does.
maybe thatâs just how moms are. sharp-eyed and a little nosy, always paying more attention than they let on. but really, youâd have to be blind not to notice the way katsukiâs whole damn world orbits around you, even at the tender young age of four.
the first time he declares youâre his, youâve got dandelions in your hands and dirt on your knees, and heâs stomping around the backyard like he just won a damn olympic gold medal, screaming, âshe said yes!! she's mine now!! hell yeahhhh!â
she snorts into her coffee, watching from the kitchen window.
you follow him around like a tiny shadow. he grabs your hand so tight it makes her raise an eyebrow, your little hand crushed into a position that must be painful, but you donât complain. you just smile, swing your arms with his, and look at him like heâs your whole world.
(itâs the same way he looks at you.)
she keeps the photos. of course she does.
photos of you passed out on the couch together, little heads squished side by side. photos of you tangled in blankets during movie nights. photos of you curled up under katsukiâs arm, his little hand resting on your knee like it belongs there.
because, she thinks, maybe it does.
by the time you both hit middle school, mitsukiâs fully accepted that youâre going to be her legal family someday. she calls you that often. "my future daughter-in-law," "my sweetheart," "my precious y/n-chan.â it's half because she means it and half just to piss katsuki off.
it works every time. he turns bright red. stomps around the kitchen shouting, âshut up, old hag!!â while you giggle behind your hand. she only laughs and hands you more food.
she always makes extra when she knows youâre coming over. which is... pretty much every day.
he complains. boy, he complains. âwhy do you treat her better than me? iâm your kid!â
she shrugs. âyeah, and she's my favorite.â
the way he scowls is almost too easy.
but the truth is that sheâs proud of him. of the way heâs gentle with you, even when heâs sharp with everyone else. the way he carries your bag without thinking, pulls you close when he thinks no oneâs watching, the way his hands shake when you get hurt and he pretends they donât. the way he's learned to love.
she sees the softness he hides so visibly. she is his mom, after all.
-
it's break, so you two are back home and not in the dorms. of course, she still isn't seeing very much of him, seeing as he spends every waking moment of his time with you. she hears him before she sees him come home, stomping up the stairs like a damn elephant. his voice is low, not yelling for once.
âquit squirmin', youâre gonna fall.â
"'s cause you didn't give me any warning before you picked me up! what am i, a sack of rice?â
âyeah, âcause youâre too damn stubborn to admit youâre tired.â
"as if you do?!"
"tch."
she peeks out of and sees you in his arms, head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut while he carries you to his room like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
he doesnât even notice her watching.
not until he comes back down a few hours later, shirt rumpled, hair a mess, looking like he just got hit by the best nap of his life and a truck named feelings. (puke)
she leans against the counter. raises an eyebrow. âso, whenâs the wedding?â
he groans like she stabbed him. âcan you just not for once?â
ânope,â she says sweetly, tossing him a towel. âyou still sleep next to her every night like itâs not a big deal?â
âshut up.â
âstill let her in your bed but kick that nice redheaded boy out for even looking at it?â
âshut up.â
she smirks. âyou gonna tell her how you feel or am i gonna have to do it for you?â
he looks her dead in the eye.
ââŠyou wouldnât.â
she grins dangerously. katsuki forgets too often that his genes and personality are mainly from her.
âtry me.â
he runs back upstairs.
she laughs to herself, puts the kettle on, and pulls out the old photo album. the one full of pictures he pretends not to care about.
she flips to a page labeled âage 4: katsuki + y/nâ and looks at the photo of you both asleep in a beanbag chair, his arms around you like he was born to protect you.
âstupid boyâs so damn deep in love,â she mutters.
but sheâs not worried. youâll figure it out eventually.
you always do.
izuku knows before katsuki does.
maybe thatâs just how he is, though. observant, over-analytical, always watching "like a damn stalker," as katsuki says. itâs not that katsuki ever told him anything, of course. because he wouldnât. never in a million years.
but izuku doesnât need words to see it. he sees it in the little things.
like the way he practically shields you in crowded hallways, hand on your back, just enough to block anyone who might bump into you. like the way he mutters âdumbassâ every time you trip, even as he reaches out to catch you without thinking. like the way his hands clench at his sides when youâre the slightest bit hurt. like the way he relaxes when you laugh. like your happiness adds years to his life. like loving you has become a reflex engrained in his body.
izuku remembers the way you used to cling to katsuki's side when you were kids. a ray of sunshine with scraped knees and bright eyes, all trust and affection, following the fiery katsuki around like he was gravity. and he remembers the way he used to puff up like it was his job to keep you safe from everything. even the super scary stuff, like wasps and thunderstorms.
izuku's almost always known that 'kacchan's in love with y/n.' he recalls back fondly to a distinct memory in his childhood. theyâre five, maybe six, sitting in the grass by the park, dirtied by playing outside.
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izukuâs digging in the sandbox, humming to himself, in his own world as per usual, building a castle with just plastic buckets and imagination. he glances over when he hears your laugh. the really bubbly one, the one that sounds like the windchimes his mom puts up when it starts getting warm. he's noticed that that laugh usually comes out a lot more with kacchan.
youâve got a bandaid on your knee and a flower crown crooked on your head, made from dandelions and clovers, and katsuki is sitting in front of you, scowling at a tiny daisy youâre trying to tuck behind his ear.
âhold still,â you giggle, reaching again.
âwhyâre you puttin' weeds on me?â katsuki grumbles as if he hates life, but heâs not pulling away one bit. heâs red in the face, squinting at the sun, fists clenched like he canât decide if he wants to knock the crown off your head or punch something to release his emotion overflow.
he doesnât do either.
he just lets you keep going.
izuku watches as you lean in close, tongue poking out a little in concentration, and katsuki completely freezes, face red and breath held.
heâs not yelling. not barking. not blowing anything up. heâs just⊠staring at you. soft-eyed. stunned.
like someone pressed pause on his whole little brain.
and izuku, tiny and curious and wide-eyed, tilts his head.
he doesnât really know much, or anything, about love. but he knows for sure that kacchan never lets anyone that close.
and he knows kacchan only lets you steal his snacks.
..and his hoodies.
..and his toys.
..and.. him.
and izuku, with sand on his cheeks and a shovel in his hand, watches katsuki blush so hard he falls backwards into the grass, yelling âshut up!!â when you giggle and call him pretty.
and izuku just smiles to himself.
"oh," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."
-
now and then, a decade or so later, izuku can still see how hopelessly in love katsuki is with you. youâre sitting on the common room couch. itâs a late night, everyone else mostly gone, the tv playing quietly in the background. youâre curled into katsukiâs side like itâs second nature, his arm slung around your shoulder like a reflex, your fingers tangled with his like neither of you realize youâre doing it.
katsukiâs eyes are closed, head tipped back against the cushions.
but izuku watches as you shift, just slightly, and katsukiâs fingers twitch like they miss your touch before your hand finds his again.
like muscle memory.
like home.
and katsuki has no idea how obvious it is.
he still acts like heâs subtle. acts like heâs got it all under wraps. snaps and scowls like always, but izuku sees how he softens around the edges when youâre near. he sees how katsuki tracks the sound of your voice from across the room. he sees how katsuki smiles at you when youâre not looking.
not smirks. not scoffs.
smiles.
the real kind. the warm kind. the kind izuku didnât know katsuki even had until you brought it out of him.
and now, even a decade later, izuku watches the two of you interact with fond eyes.
"yep," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."
masaru knows before katsuki knows too, but there's no surprise there.
what is a bit of a surprise is just how much he knows.
masaru's always been the odd one out in his family. his wife and son are two peas in a pod, after all. explosive, angry, but caring underneath everything. on the other hand, he's quiet, gentle, and very carefully observant. he watches you two interact over the years with more insight than he lets on. he and katsuki don't talk much, but he is his son, and he is the carbon copy of the woman he loves and knows best. katsuki's never talked about his feelings or anything with his dad before, but masaru knows.
he knows when he sees the way you diffuse katsuki's explosiveness, turning him from a bomb seconds away from detonating into a grumbly, blushing mess.
he knows when he sees that his fridge and cabinets are stocked with foods that no one in the bakugo family buys or likes, and he realizes that they're your favorites. and that katsuki must've bought them.
he knows when he sort of sees himself and mitsuki in you and katsuki, and everyone knows how well they've worked out.
-
"jeez, katsuki really should just hurry up and confess to y/n already! i don't know what he's waiting for!" mitsuki huffs one evening when they're chilling on their bed together.
masaru breaks his attention from his book to give her the acknowledgement to keep talking.
"like, seriously! i mean, they've been in love since before katsuki even formed his quirk. the boy shared his sandwiches with her before he could even pronounce the word right!"
"you're right."
"aren't i?! and y/n is such a sweet girl. if katsuki doesn't get his act together soon, someone else will take away my sweet y/n-chan! and you know what? i wouldn't even be mad with them. it'd be katsuki's fault for letting her slip through his fingers."
"mhm,"
"and do you see how good she is with him? she always balances him out and brings out his nicest qualities. qualities that i forget he has until she comes around. she's honestly probably too good for him, but im too attached to her to let go. plus, she somehow loves our boy to bits, too. theyre like yin and yang. sun and moon."
masaru smiles softly. "they kind of remind you of us, don't they?"
mitsuki looks a little surprised at the new insight before smiling softly as well. "you're right."
she slides closer. "and you and i are a pretty damn great couple."
"we sure are."
masaru sleeps that night holding the woman he loves, and he suspects his son is doing the same.
1a knows within just a week or two of watching the two of you interact.
kirishima notices first, having spent the most time with katsuki. it was an evening study session with the three of you. kirishima finds it kind of odd seeing how it took tons of effort for katsuki to let him in but you just showed up and katsuki opened the door for you.
he shakes it off, knowing katsuki can be kind of weird sometimes.
the sheer difference in treatment was ground-shaking. kirishima thought that out of everyone, he was the closest to katsuki. he was the nicest to him.
boy, was he wrong.
while katsuki would beat kirishima up for getting a problem wrong and threaten to blow him up, he would gently teach you in the softest of tones, giving you a "reluctant" (he wanted it so bad) hug when you got frustrated with yourself.
kirishima just sat there, blinking, pen halfway to paper. like, sure, he knew that his explosive friend had a heart. somewhere. deep down. probably in the fiery depths of hell. but this?
this was a fully tamed beast. a completely different person.
âyouâre doin' fine,â katsuki muttered lowly, tugging your worksheet towards himself and redrawing the problem. âlook. see? you almost had it.â
you stared at the page, chewing your lip, frustration written all over your face. katsuki barely hesitated before reaching out and flicking your forehead gently.
âoi. donât get all weird about it. you've got it.â
âyouâre weird,â you mumbled back.
âyeah, and youâre dumb. now shut up and do it again.â
but he sat a little closer.
and he pointed out each part of the equation with his arm against yours, like he couldnât help it. like he didnât even realize he was doing it.
by the time you finished the question right, katsuki grunted and muttered with a slight smile, âtold you. that's my girl.â
you beamed up at him, bright and sunny like he hung the goddamn stars.
he immediately turned away like youâd set him on fire.
holy shit, kirishima thought to himself. he's in love. he's totally in love with her.
-
it wasn't long before the entire class caught on.
youâd show up late to class and katsuki was already moving stuff out of the seat he'd saved for you.
youâd get paired with someone else in group activities and katsuki would mutter the whole time, arms crossed, blowing tiny explosions in his palm like he was restraining himself from starting a war.
youâd laugh at something dumb that kaminari said and katsuki would visibly pout for the next twenty minutes.
every time he held the door open for you, took your plate at dinner, passed you notes during lectures, stared at you during hero strategy lessons like you were an addictive substance he didn't know how to breathe without. everybody knew.
i mean, how could you not? everything about him literally visibly softened when you were in the room. you'd be a fool not to notice how he only ever raised his voice to protect you, never to push you away. how he sat with his arm around the back of your seat every time you watched a movie together. how he never, ever flinched away from your touch, even though he did with everyone else.
iida and ochaco and all of them had sort of learned to steer clear of the two of you when you were alone, courtesy of katsuki's guard dog glare. todoroki and yaoyorozu would conveniently need to share a book and weren't able to sit next to you on the couch when he was walking up, much to katsuki's grunt of approval as he slid in next to you.
of course, some were not as wise, such as the bakusquad, who would poke fun of him every now and then. call him a loverboy and tease him about being soft, shoving pictures they'd taken of a sleeping you cuddled up on him in his face.
but at the end of the day, they know it's not just some silly crush that they can lord over his head. it's love. actual, genuine love that sometimes feels too pure to make fun of. something so precious and real that they feel like they should lay off and give you two some space.
whenever they see you two acting all soft and like an old married couple, their expressions are less mischievous, as if they're thinking about doing something really dumb and embarrassing, but more fond and soft, looking at something so sweet and genuine that they can't help but smile.
you were probably the last to catch on.
it's just that katsuki is so katsuki. he's your best friend. has been for as long as you can remember. of course you love him, but you've been loving him for so long it feels as natural as breathing. it's not some huge revelation or big deal. it barely registers as abnormal because it doesn't feel like one of those exhilarating whirlwind romances you see on tv. it just feels normal. because to you, it is.
you've always fallen asleep on katsuki. always hung out with him one-on-one. always shared snacks. always slept over. always jumped for him knowing he'd catch you.
itâs just⊠him. itâs always been him.
it doesnât hit you all at once. itâs quieter than that.
itâs in the little things. like how you donât even knock before going into katsukiâs room anymore. itâs your second home. your charger is plugged in on your side of the bed and you've got a spare set of your uniform in your own drawer.
itâs how you always end up pressed against him on the couch. you never sit down with that intention, but it always happens. at some point, you'll crawl over or he'll pull you into his lap. it just feels right.
itâs how he notices things. you texted him some dumb video at 3am, so he wordlessly shoved your favorite energy drink into your hand the next morning because he knew you'd be sleepy. your shoelace comes undone and somehow heâs crouching down to tie it before you even register he noticed. you mention craving something salty and there's a nameless bag of your favorite chips on your desk by the next period.
and the weird thing is that he doesnât do that with other people. youâve watched. heâs snappy and blunt and downright rude to anyone else who tries to get too close. but with you? he's your "soft sweet little katsuki." (said with his face in your hands as you laugh and tease him. his cheeks are red and he won't meet your eyes but he doesn't dare move.)
the realization doesnât slam into you. you don't feel the love pulsing through you as he kisses you passionately in the rain. you don't gasp and cry when he surprises you with a giant flower arc and a michelin star dinner.
it leaks in through cracks in moments. when youâre laughing so hard at something snarky and witty he said that your stomach hurts and heâs looking at you like youâve just hung the moon. when he shoves your head gently away, grumbling âdumbassâ because you called him a teasingly affectionate nickname, but you can feel how he leans right back a second later, hand coming around to rest at your waist. when he catches you dozing off during study sessions and just keeps reading aloud, voice lower, steadier, like he wants to coax you to sleep.
you donât think, oh my god, i love him. not right away.
itâs more like: oh, iâll text him first. oh, iâll stay a little longer. oh, iâll bring his favorite snacks with me when i go over. oh, i donât ever want to leave.
and then, somewhere in between his hand brushing yours absentmindedly and you feeling safer with him than youâve felt anywhere else in your entire life, you realize youâre already gone. youâre already his.
there isnât a single âmoment.â itâs all the moments, stacked and layered and wrapped around you until youâre here. on his bed, in his hoodie, atop his chest, watching him grumble and rant about how stupid kaminari was in training today, and all you can think of is,
god, iâm in love with him.
and based on the way his hand is curling tighter around your waist, sneaking under your hoodie to rub circles on your bare skin, you think he's in love with you too.
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What I look like at the function knowing I should be in bed reading a reader insert rn
8.19 happy haikyuu day!
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Katsuki Bakugo had always been fire in human formâbrash, explosive, impossible to ignore. But you, somehow, were the one who never flinched. While other kids cried or scurried off after one of his outbursts, you stood your ground. Sometimes, you even laughed.
âYou done yelling, Kats?â youâd tease, a lollipop tucked between your teeth.
âShut it,â heâd grumble, ears just a little pink.
It baffled others, how he let you call him thatâKats. Heâd blow a fuse if anyone else dared. You and Izuku were the only ones he kept close (but it's just you honestly), like two calm orbits around a sun too hot to touch. Childhood was a triangle of scraped knees, comic books, and chasing dreams in alleys too narrow for the futures you dreamed of.
He was sharp-edged, proud, and always charging forward like he had something to prove. But with you? He slowed down. He listened. Not always with words, but in the way he'd wait for you after class, or how he'd carry your bag without asking when your arms were full. In the way he'd scowl when you called him Kacchan just to get under his skinâbut he never really minded.
âYou sound like that nerd, dumbass.â
âBut I say it better. Kaaacchaaaan,â youâd sing, dodging his half-hearted swat.
You were inseparable (in your own point of view) âBakugo, Midoriya, and You. A mismatched trio with your own rhythm. When Bakugo would get too rough, you'd pull him back. When Izuku would hesitate, you'd nudge him forward. And when you were unsure, Katsuki would glare at the world like it had offended you personally.
As you grew, things changed. Powers awakened. Dreams became goals. But something between the three of you stayed the same. That unspoken bond. That sacred space where Katsuki wasnât a grenade ready to go offâhe was just your Katsuki.
One rainy afternoon, as you sat on the rooftop of the dormsâlegs dangling off the edge, silence sitting comfortably between youâhe spoke.
ââŠYouâre the only one who calls me that and gets away with it.â
âKats?â
âYeah.â
You smiled. âThatâs because you chose me. Remember?â
He grunted. âDidnât have much of a choice. You were always just there. Like a stubborn weed.â
âAw, romantic.â
âShut up.â
But his voice was softer than usual. Almost fond. And when the rain started falling, he didnât get up. He just sat there with youâloud in every way, but quiet where it mattered.
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