couple interviews were common among proheroes and their non-hero spouses for long before prohero!katsuki and you got together, so it was a given that you two would share time in the spotlight on a pink lovechair, your interviewer sat on a matching armchair in front of you.
side by side and holding hands, they asked you how you two met. you two turned to look at each other, before katsuki blinked at you with red eyes, as if inviting you to answer. “well, we ran into each other, like a lot,” you laughed at the memory, “i’d always like- absentmindedly find myself looking at him. i mean, he’s attractive so he caught my interest, but it wasn’t until he asked to walk me home late at night that we started dating.”
he nodded, tilting his head and letting it rest in his free-hand, “yeah.” he trailed off and seemed lost in thought for a moment.
because you didn’t know that it was only a partial truth. katsuki noticed you far earlier than you seemed to notice him.
how he fixed his hair before he walked beside you, lingering a second longer than normal (the man walks fast!) to check if you had a ring on your finger, almost crossing the street without looking and getting hit just to keep his eyes on you for a second longer.
you also didn’t remember, or tried your best to forget, his pathetic attempts to get your attention without words.
a loud slam of his umbrella to get you to look his way. opening manga, the only thing he had in hand, and resting his leg on the wall to look mysterious. trying his best to get recognized in front of you so he’d look more famous.
and the one time, the time he looked like shit after picking up an extra patrol because he owed kirishima a favor, with dark circles and a look in his eyes that could kill, you finally seemed to notice him, and looked up into those same eyes.
he felt all the sleep get instantly replaced by pure adrenaline, a red flush filling his face and spreading to his ears, as his mouth spoke before his mind could catch up, “thank you.”
he still remembers the feeling now, his soul leaving his body at the embarrassment, as he sucks in his breath and looks back at you.
you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.
“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.
“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”
he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.
“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”
“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”
you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”
he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”
as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”
he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.
it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.
“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.
you had just fallen asleep, head slumped on the table, opened to a random page of your workbook that you were pretending to understand as it was being explained to you.
you weren’t alone though. These study sessions were something initially set up by the school, but katsuki had enjoyed them — well you — too much to let them end.
which is why you were sitting here, still as third years, studying for exams neither of you really cared about.
because you refused to make the move, katsuki was too chicken, and you both needed an excuse to hang out.
he said nothing as he watched you sleep. his face flushing slightly as he focused in on your glossed lips smushed against the side of the table. he waited until he was sure you were actually, deeply asleep, before he anxiously took a deep breath and scooted a little closer to you.
“i. i've really been enjoying this time with you and.. um. fuck.” he ran a hand through his hair.
this was his fifth time practicing. after a year of trying to ask you out, he swears the fifth time is the charm.
as he runs through his planned speech once again, he doesn’t notice you stirring slightly. If he wasn’t so preoccupied, maybe he’d even notice the slight smile on your lips.
yet all his practice goes out the window when he looks into your eyes. he feels his mind stutter to a slow stop. everything had gone perfect so far, the bouquet of flowers he picked up that morning, the cologne with scent notes he thought you’d like, a small cake with an instagram worthy color palette.
even the weather had magically cleared up for his picnic confession. he didn’t expect that he was the factor he didn’t account for.
he realized how long he’d been quiet with the small tilt of your head and the feeling of your finger gently poking his cheek, “you still here with us?”
in that moment, with blossoms cascading unto the two of you, wind blowing through your hair and a slight upturn to your smile, all he thought about was how beautiful you were.
“please go out with me.”
..
katsuki had just made it home at about three in the morning. he cursed at the loud stomps of his boots against the linen floors of your shared apartment, careful to take small steps so as to not wake you up.
he changed into his pajamas as quietly as he could, locked in on the sight of you hogging the blanket in the middle of the bed. but, before slipping in to get some much deserved rest, he instead knelt beside your side of the bed, holding the ring he’d picked out for you in hand.
getting through his major deja vu, he managed a few lines, or concepts, to say to you. He had been bouncing between ideas, getting straight to the point or having a whole speech prepared. he face-palmed, the sweat of his hands soaking the box slightly, causing him to panic.
you’d woken up long before, fighting the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of him accidentally exploding a part of the box in his panic.
it's no secret. after all, you were the one that broke up with him. timeskip!katsuki didn't seem to have time for you. when you left it felt as if his heart itself was ripped from his body.
he wasn't happy about it. but neither was his kid from his relationship before you.
after days and hours of the kid begging to see you, whining about how you weren't around anymore, and crying about your absence, he was at his wits end (save for the fact that he felt the same way).
so, he caved.
he drove to your house. he would rather die again than admit it, but he dressed up more than usual. wore his perfume that you'd gotten him for his birthday and the color you always said he looked best in.
he knocked on the door, sweaty hands shoved in his pockets as small explosions uncontrollably were let out. he let out a sigh of a mix of relief and anxiety as he heard you open the door.
but nothing could've prepared him for the sight of you. his voice was stuck in his throat as you tilted your head, leaning onto your doorframe as you let out a surprised, "katsuki?"
he quickly masked the shakiness in his voice, "yeah. i just-- sorry for showin' up randomly and shit."
he hoped you couldn't hear his heartbeat. it was pounding loud in his head, he could barely hear you. "it's okay.. but, what exactly did you need? did you leave something here?"
my sanity, he wanted to say. but instead, he took a small breathe before he spoke. "no- no. that's not why i'm here. it's the kid. she's been nagging all month about seeing you again."
he saw the way you lit up. he remembered how you treated her as your own as soon as she felt comfortable with you. he'd say he was kicking himself mentally, but he'd kicked himself to death a while ago.
"she has? did you bring her?" your head went behind him as if she was there, only for him to shake his head. "no. but we're having a little party for her and her friends, she wanted you there."
you smiled softly as you agreed to go, "i'd love that."
he let out a sigh of relief, one that was ripped away as soon as you invited him in.
he walked around familiarly, knowing the environment but not in the same way that he did now. he appreciated it more, the small trinkets and thrifts you'd drag him out to go get with you seemingly more important now that you only gave him pieces of you in doses.
but, if you would've told him that morning that he'd end up shoving you against the wallpaper you'd picked out because it was 'whimsical',
he would've prayed to every god for it to happen in every universe.
the taste of you was familiar, your lipstick and chapstick overcoming him nostalgically, the grip you had on his back feeling oh so perfect.
your perfume flooded his senses, the feeling of your body flush against his making him feel warm and his stomach feel like it was turning itself outward.
and you just looked back at him with a smile on your face. because you knew, you had to. your effect on him, the odd relationship you two found yourself in, it was because his heart was still splayed in the palm of your hand.
and yet he didn't care.
because for the first time in weeks he'd felt whole again. because he knew that you treated his heart with more care and respect than anyone ever had, even himself. because deep down, he still trusted you as his soulmate. and maybe this time he wouldn't screw it up again.
nobody knows how you put up with his attitude, the random death threats and mood swings that come along with working with the renowned hero.
the simple answer? you simply don't. you yell back, throw shit at his feet, threaten to run to the press at any slight confrontation (but everyone knows you wouldn't).
and nobody knows why you haven't been fired yet. it's the third argument that week, it's late at night and the last of the sidekicks are filing out slowly.
they don't dare to interrupt, they found out with personal experience just how fearful you can be.
as the door slams behind the last one of them, it's drowned out by your voice echoing throughout the office. "and i have no idea why you expect me to sign for your lazy ass too! are you encouraging forgery? a crime?"
"shut the fuck up."
"make me."
"gladly."
before you knew it, the papers you had so painstakingly organized and signed were now scattered and thrown carelessly on the floor as he lifted you up onto your desk. you legs wrapped around his torso like you'd had done so many times before, your arms finding a way around his neck as lips connected with yours.
as forceful and passionate as they usually were, without breaking the kiss as you took your hand into his hair and tugged him impossibly closer.
the pressure of his body on top of you was addictive, like most other days the weight on the table strained as he pressed you into it, into him.
"you're always," he emphasizes inbetween kisses, "fucking. around with me. it's like you want me to shut you up in front of everyone."
"it's not my fault you're annoying. and also stupid. and also infuriating."
you felt his hands press into your waist, his face was hidden in the crook of your neck, before he went and began to kiss down your body.
"anything else?"
you put a mocking finger up to your chin as you pretend to think. "hmm. nothings come to mind yet."
he left lipstick marks from the residue you'd left on his lips earlier. unfortunately, he looked really good with your smeared lipstick the color of his eyes complimenting his face.
he finishes off with a final long kiss on your lips, the yearning obvious in the way he almost refused to pull away. at the sight of your now disheveled appearance and messed up workplace, the ghost of a smile grew on his face.
at the sight of your annoyed face, he lets out a boyish laugh as he lets you go. he eyes the mess under you and sighs, "goddamn it. now we have to stay late before we go home."
"your faul—" you were cut off by him picking you up forcefully. you were slung over his shoulder, with one of his huge hands patting your ass as he stomped all over the mess and began to walk out. he grabbed your purse and clocked you both out as he made his way to his fancy sports car.
patrols were always boring. not just for prohero!katsuki, but for his loving wife, you, at home.
you'd quit your job, because why would you not? katsuki was bringing in more than enough money to fund your lifestyle. you kept yourself busy with hobbies, movies, and activities.
but there was only so much of it that you could take without your husband at your side.
it was mind-numbingly unbearable for the two of you, well more so you, considering katsuki got to beat the life out of random criminals whenever he was called to a scene, to be waiting at the late hours of the night for him to come home.
a small reprieve was him giving you access to his intercom. it was meant mostly for emergencies.. but it seemed to grow more casual as the patrols started to frequent into the nighttime.
but hey, according to you, boredom is a major emergency.
as prohero!katsuki walked down the street with an angry glare to anyone who even looked as if they were thinking of doing a crime, your voice suddenly rang through his ears. then, he turned a familiar corner.
"should be any time now." he mumbled to himself, looking into the night sky as if to confirm his prediction. he pulled his headband back and gazed down at the watch that you had gifted him.
3.. 2.. 1.
as if on cue, the ugly glare vanished from his face as he heard your irritated voice.
"are you done yet?"
with a small chuckle, he continued to scan the area as he spoke, "not yet. just have to clear this shithole out and i'll be back home."
you groan, clearly not pleased by his answer. it was just as clear that you wanted it to be known, considering you had to hold a button down for him to hear your response.
"just kill those losers already and get back home."
"you're really speaking my language here babe. but, unfortunately, can't really blast like- i don't know. millions of dollars worth of damage?"
he could practically feel the eye roll. "damn you and your inconsistent ass morality."
"this should only take about an hour. keep damning me until then."
"whatever. i'll be waiting."
"i know you will."
with the small click of you disconnecting, he knew it was time to wrap things up.
an unimpressed villain was stood in front of him, maybe the whole time-- katsuki didn't know. but the guy flatly looked at him and said, "you done now?"
a scowl took over his face again. he cracked his knuckles and stretched out his arms, a low groan escaping his lips as he warmed up. "yeah. 've been waiting for this allll night."
he finished up quick and went home early, enjoying a relaxing night in his bed next to you, reminiscing on the fights and feeling of his fists making contact with random villain's skin as you laid next to him.
but it's okay! prohero!katsuki loved you regardless of it! in fact, your tendency to space out and dream about whatever it was that had you going that day was one of the many reasons he loved you.
daydreaming was in your nature, and it really wasn't technically your fault that you got in so much trouble without even realizing it.
like today. it was common knowledge that you were prohero!katsuki's wife, it's not like you were ashamed of it. you had actually accidentally confirmed it to press.. but that's besides the point.
you were walking along, looking down at a list in your hand of the errands you needed to run. katsuki had hand wrote it for you himself since you tended to get to the store, forget why you were there, and buy more junk food.
the list was knocked out of your hands by a man with a black mask. with a pout on your face paired by a tilt of the head, you asked, "why did you do that? i needed that for later."
the man only laughed under his breath, a creepy laugh that would make any sensible person run away and scream for help, but for someone with a couple screws missing? you just stood there, continuing to be confused.
"i was sent by your husband, ill be helping you get everything you need. forever." the man replied, malicious intent clear in his tone.
"really? that's really convenient then."
"isn't it? all you need is to breathe this in." he held up a ratty cloth that was clearly doused in some sort of drug. you made a face of disgust though, not fear.
"i'm not doing that, it's all dirty. get a clean one."
a smile was once again present on his face. he raised one of his hands and was about to shove it against your face, when his hand was roughly grabbed by none other than katsuki. he clearly looked pissed, and it was evident in the sound of the man's wrist cracking under his grip that it was purely aimed towards him.
he had a tingling sensation in the back of his neck whenever you were getting yourself in trouble. so he did what any guy would do, and decided to go find you himself and confirm it with his own two eyes.
lucky he did, well lucky for him, not the guy he was about to beat into a coma. he was going to tell you to look away at least, or walk away to a store at most,
but when he looked over to where you stood you were already gone. he only sighed knowingly and looked back to the unfortunate man he was now holding by the neck.
"why don't you try pulling some shit like that on me instead?"
in your head though, you had just been granted newfound freedom at the hands of a man resembling your husband. you simply walked away and found yourself at a random store. helping yourself, you walked around dynamite's merch store, looking at all sorts of apparel. completely oblivious to the beat down your potential kidnapper was undergoing outside.
you held up a small shirt with katsuki's face on it, only to put it down and reveal the real one in front of you. "hey! you'll never believe it! some guy who looked exactly like you got this weirdo away from me earlier."
you pulled out a small handkerchief and cleaned some small bloodstains off of him, wiping his face last. "you have blood all over you! must've been one big of a fight huh?"
he only looked down at you, a small smirk on his face as he puffed out his chest victoriously.
"don't worry,
...
it's not mine."
req from: @sugarcubepop , i hope i did it justice <3
interviewers using you as 'bait' for good reactions from prohero!katsuki 😭
it was comical how easy it was. after a stream of dull, bare-minimum answers to questions about his work, his feelings about attacks, or anything in between, they'd bring you up and it was like a switch flipped in his interest.
"yeah, what about her?"
he'd sit up straighter, a small smile on his lips as he reminisced about you as he thoughtfully answered questions about you. the producers clipping every second since it was literally the secret to their virality.
before they couldn't coax more than a yes or no out of him prior, but after bringing up his wife? now it was more of a challenge to get him to shut up.
and the best part was that it worked every. single. time. just when the reporters got worried that the single trick they held up their sleeve for the engagement his fans desperately wanted from him, he'd smile and grace them with a long ass answer once again.
though, it wasn't really a hack anymore. he'd caught on a while ago, but he'd do anything to get an extra second to talk about you.
"i know you're just tryna get me to be sappy and shit. good thing i wanted to talk about my wife anyway."
..my requests are open btw... before i go back into my slump era...
he believed that excessive rules in a relationship stemmed from insecurity, and insecurity is not something the future number one hero should suffer from.. at least excessively.
but a lot of his principles changed when you two got married and discussed boundaries. but all that was thrown out the window when you got pregnant and he discovered..
he was a bit of a helicopter husband.
and that was putting it lightly. you'd get a text every hour asking where you were. another text asking what you ate and encouraging you to eat more. a call every patrol where all he wanted was for you to put your belly close to the mic so he could speak to the baby, before he was usually interrupted by a villain. "sorry kid, wait up. gotta beat this extra into the ground-"
"who are you even talking to man?"
it got significantly worse when you'd been called in as support for a particularly dangerous uprising of villains.
forget morning sickness— he was going to throw up worrying about you.
against his orders though, he dragged you off into a cleared area, and sat you down on a beam from a destroyed building. he had to, ignoring your protests and the yells for him to stop and go assist other heroes, he genuinely couldn't focus with the thought of you in the back of his mind.
"stay here." he ordered, hands on his hips after he fixed and laid you down against the wall, ignoring your crossed arms and annoyed expression.
"it's literally my job to just stay back and assist. i don't get why i can't be over there in the radius of my quirk."
he let out a deep sigh, "they need you over there but i need you here. fuckin' safe and sound." he got down onto one knee to be eye-level with you.
"i know you want to fight, but can't you just get that it's different now?" his gloved hand found your stomach mindlessly, as if for emphasis. he gently rubbed around, like he was looking for the baby.
"you can't be mad at me for caring. i'd be an ass if i just let you stay there."
begrudgingly, you rolled your eyes and uncrossed your arms. well, more like he pulled them apart.
"not mad. more like.. mildly annoyed."
"mildly." he laughed under his breath, "you can be any level of upset. long as you keep your ass here." he got up, stretching his neck as he put his gear back on.
"don't you dare move, i'll be back as soon as i kill this dipshit."
"i thought you said no cursing around the baby."
he only shrugged. "eh, censorship is for nerds."
but even with all this, you couldn't get this man to admit he was overprotective. even as he sat across a interviewer, with them retelling the actions that he'd done that day, he held a neutral expression.
"i wouldn't call myself an overprotective anything. im just really fucking good at everything i do, so to some losers it might look like a lot."
"but aren't hourly calls a bit much..?"
"again. losers wouldn't get it."
type of guy to say "we're pregnant" instead of "she's pregnant".. helpppp
there were a lot of things katsuki expected from his reaping in the hunger games.
not much could surprise him. he was raised—no —born for this. he was filled with pride at the thought of participating in the game, each step up to the podium making his hands shake in anticipation. his mother had been a victor, so he knew the expectations were high.
as you walked beside him, clearly distraught as evident on the tears streaking down on your face, he barely suppressed an eye roll. how could you be from district 2 and not be a career?
he figured you'd be one of the first to die.
but lately, he found his intuition would be way off. he didn't expect to be left out of the career's alliance because of his 'brute nature'. and he certainly didn't expect to be targeted first. after days of barely surviving, he was cornered after an already tiring exchange with two other tributes. they were long dead, but he guessed the careers in front of them weren't happy about their death.
or at least if they were, they seemed to have an odd way to show it. weapons drawn and all.
he suddenly felt a wave of mixed feelings come over him. he expected you to be useless to him, so he didn't bother looking— or even talking— to you.
as he faced them, a blade in hand, he knew he was outnumbered. he could only scoff as he looked them over. was he really going to die to these losers?
he fought them off as well as he could. but a knife to the stomach doesn't help when you're already outnumbered.
he expected to fall, and he expected the pain that came with the knife lodged in his abdomen. he expected the final blow to come swiftly in one of his arteries.
but when the feeling of a hand over his mouth and nose came instead his eyes opened in shock. it was you, with a cloth over your mouth. the sounds of the other tributes choking making him lose any resistance that he wanted to muster.
he didn't expect you to save him. you slung his arm around your shoulder as you took him to a small cave you found, a fire and a soup container that came from a sponsor cooking. you stitched his wounds closed and laid him in a sleeping bag that was sent to him.
as you handed him a bowl of soup, he took it wordlessly. his pride didn't let him thank you, so he settled for a nod.
it was odd. the unspoken alliance between the two of you formed overnight. while katsuki couldn't admit it, he did like the feeling of safety.
he didn't expect to grow as fond of you as he did. he noticed your habit of tying knots on everything from leaves to spare string. the way you slurred some of your words for emphasis and the way you liked to play with your hair. the beauty he saw in you despite the primitive nature of it all.
only five tributes were left the next day, including the two of you. trauma forms bonds better than any icebreakers could, that's what he realized when he finally came out and asked, "why did you do it?"
you stopped what you were doing to look at him with a confused expression. the blade of your spear being set down next to you as you scrunch your eyebrows. "what?"
he sighed, frustrated. more at himself than anything, he asked again. "you saved me. why?"
a wave of realization came over you, and you couldn't help but laugh. "that's what's got you all weird today?" it was cute. giddy. playful. all things that stood out like a sore thumb in this environment.
he certainly didn't expect to feel giddy at the sound, the faint flush of his neck and cheeks being lost to the dark nature of the cave, which he finally was thankful for. ignoring the sound of his thumping heart, which he was sure you could hear due to his proximity, he asked once more.
"i know im a fucking asshole. and i know i was one to you. you had no reason to like me. shit — you should've been the one trying to off my sorry ass. so, why? why waste the effort?
you know i wouldn't have done anything to help if it had been you."
the words left his lips thoughtlessly. he cursed at himself internally. he was about to speak again, but he noticed your lack of a negative reaction.
with the small smile still on your face, you picked up your spear and got back to fixing it. "oh, i don't really know.
i guess i just like throwing off expectations of me,
you know?"
anyone out there want a long ver. of this.. hunger games au's are my passion..
"i don't even know why you like those so much, they're stupid."
katsuki said, his eyes focused on your hands that were currently holding a large container full of blind boxes. you were both sat on the floor in front of one-another, though your attention was on the boxes, and his was on you.
he couldn't help but scoff and turn a snobbish nose away from you, as he regarded your careful steps to not run the boxes.
it was all an act. an act to hide the fact that he'd spent hours and thousands of yen hunting for those same boxes you held in your hand. his allowance and the damage done to his bank account was out of sight and out of mind. not like his mom wouldn't give him more money after he told her it was all for you--
just like him, she adored you. though she didn't die every time she said it outloud.
"it's cause they're cute." you replied matter of factly, pulling out your first pull. it wasn't the rare one, but it was still cute.
"really? i think they're ugly as hell."
you rolled your eyes and laughed softly. "i think they look like you."
"they don't. don't say that shit."
you only hummed as your hands moved on to the next boxes. you'd gotten the whole collection at this point, and they were happily laying down next to each other in a row next to katsuki.
the last box finally came, and you knocked it against his head three times for good luck. in ridiculously comedic timing, a blonde edition of the plush came out. you covered your mouth with one hand as the other moved to raise the plush up to him.
"this is almost uncanny." as you pressed it against his cheek, he didn't hide as his brows furrowed and his hand went to grab yours. "drop it."
"no way. and have you hurt your little head--" you were cut off, being pinned down on back with him on top of you.
"who's little now?" he victoriously said, red eyes holding content in them as he looked down onto you. a smirk replacing the bored expression he had earlier.
one that melted away as soon as you pecked his lips. "thank you 'suki."
he froze up. red creeping up his face, with a heart beat so powerful he thought he'd explode.
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