on your trip to america, there were a lot of things you wanted to show off to katsuki. you wanted him to see how big a buccees is and how good mcdonald’s fries are. he swore you’d make him fat, so most meals were off the kids’ menu or unfinished, but you still had a good time. he was starting to understand why americans were so big because the food was amazing.
tonight, you were up at around ten, staring at the ceiling. katsuki always went to bed at seven like an old man, and he swears he can’t sleep without you. initially, you adjusted to fall asleep with him, but tonight was different. you needed some braums expeditiously or you’d go into anaphylactic shock. katsuki was sleeping next to you like shit was cute with his arm around you, but you weren’t feeling it at all. there were two options, sneak out of bed—which would definitely wake his light sleeping ass—and get your ice cream, or suffer and die from an unfulfilled craving. braums was one of those cravings that didn’t come often, but when it did, nothing could suppress it. you needed this ice cream like breathing.
carefully, you moved his arm off your waist, trying carefully not to wake him. by the time you got from under him and out of the bed, you pulled a little victory dance and slid on your slippers. you decided to sleep in your moomoo tonight, so there was no need to change. also, you weren’t getting out the car anyway, what does it matter?
you tip toed to grab your keys from the dresser under the tv. just a couple more steps and you’d be out of the hotel room.
“fuck are you doing?” you hear behind you. the disappointed groan slipped out before you could stop it. you turned around to see him sat up in the bed with a raised brow. he seemed oddly alert like he’d woken up as soon as you moved.
“i want ice cream…” you mutter, trying to persuade him that he should just let you do this. he looked you up and down before rubbing his forehead. his crimson eyes could be so judgmental at times.
somehow, you knew what he was about to say too, maybe you knew your man better than you thought. “and you’re going dressed like that?” he asked almost disgustedly. he was still coming to terms with the fact that americans will go out in anything—pajamas included.
“god, katsuki, no one said you had to come.” you turned back to the door, unwilling to fool with his theatrics right now. “like hell i’m letting you go out alone,” he sounds closer now, sliding on a tank top. he joins you at the door shortly.
the two of you head to the car and you drive to the nearest braums. on the way there, you explained that it’s a burger place and an ice cream parlor. once you got there, the drive thru was closed, so you guys did have to go inside. katsuki noticed a girl walk in wearing a hello kitty onesie and it eased his worries about looking crazy in his pajamas.
for someone who swears he doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks, he gives a damn what others think.
when you walked in, he glanced at the grocery store side of braums and frowned. “it’s a fucking grocery store too?” he asks incredulously.
“one stop shop,” you muse with a shrug before walking up to the ice cream options. the guy working there smiles and waits for you to order. he thought you might have had to think about it. he was wrong. you knew exactly what the fuck you wanted and had been craving all night.
“can i get a pint of cappuccino chunky chocolate please?” you ask sweetly, using what katsuki has deemed your corporate voice. speaking of katsuki, he’s looking at you like you spoke something other than english or japanese. and he proceeds to stare at you while you get the ice cream and pay for it.
as soon as you’re back in the car, you hear it. “cappuccino chunky chocolate? that sounds big as hell. are you trying to die before you’re 25?” he asks as you open the tub and dip your spoon into it. “also, the sign said that this is technically frozen yogurt, not ice cream,” he adds annoyingly.
“katsuki, shut yo nerdy ass up and let me die early. at least i’ll be fucking happy when i die,” you say, lifting the spoon and sliding it into your mouth. you put it in your mouth like those girls who eat their dessert all seductively and slide it out just like them while making eye contact with katsuki. he shakes his head.
“i can’t believe you’re eating that.”
“why not try it? you might like it.”
he stares at you like you’re crazy. you stare back until he rolls his eyes and take the spoon from you. you still had some ice cream frozen yogurt on your tongue, and the coffee flavor melted into your tongue. this is exactly what you needed. the chunks of chocolate in there made the dessert even better and you were pretty sure this was the only time you actually enjoyed dark chocolate.
you watched katsuki take the smallest spoonful of the dessert and bring it to his mouth. you expected him to immediately call it disgusting, but he paused. does he actually…?
“this shit is terrible. it’s too sweet,” he says, looking down at the small container.
“it’s dessert. it’s supposed to be sweet,” you counter.
“doesn’t change that it’s too sweet,” he retorts, mixing the spoon around like a little kid playing with his food.
“then why are you looking at it like you want another bite?” you ask, making him look up at you. it wouldn’t take a genius to know that you got him.
he reluctantly passes the container back. “i don’t want another bite, idiot,” he murmurs, rolling his eyes.
you snatch it back and look at him. “mhm,” you tease, taking another spoonful. “if you want more, you gotta ask,” you say, putting the top on the container so you can drive back to the hotel.
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