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.
“it's true, i’ve never had a crush before. could never find someone on my level.” middleschool!katsuki bragged, letting the guys who practically worshipped the ground at his feet talk about how cool it was.
he carried over that shitty personality to freshman year at yuuei. the one that genuinely believed he couldn’t fall for a woman on this earth, believing that nobody would be shaped oddly enough to fill in the parts of his slightly fucked up puzzle piece. it was only a partial lie, stemming more from his insecurities that he aimed to hide in anger rather than anxiety.
but katsuki swears the second he feels you pin him down, he hears the satisfying ‘click!’ of meshing two distinct pieces into one another.
it was during the school festival, his second fight and you’d been paired against him. did he notice you in class? sure, but you’d have to do more than be pretty to catch his eye.
he didn’t expect you to snatch it into his hands though, putting up more of a fight against him than he expected. you moved inhumanely, a fist to his face he was lucky to dodge, a kick to his abdomen that he didn’t, followed by what was meant to be your finishing move to blast the guy with a literal explosion out the arena.
before you tripped.
with a pathetic, “oof-”, you slipped and fell, bringing him down under you onto the dirt below.
he swears he felt time slow down as he looked at you above him. a blush spread across his face as his eyes scanned the plump of your glossed lips, the shine in your surprised eyes, the necklace you wore that was practically screaming to be pulled-
in his flustered panic, he did the one thing he knew he wouldn’t fuck up.
and out-manuvered by flipping you overhead, successfully eliminating you.
he stood up abruptly, doing his best to hide his reddened face from your and the camera's views, doing something extremely out of character as he stretched out a shaky hand to help you, who was currently pouting at your rigged loss, up.
the second you took his hand and searched for eye contact with him, he knew you pinned the last nail in the coffin with a small, “thank you, kacchan.”
you walked off snickering to yourself.
you, though, didn’t catch feelings for him at all. at least not until your last year at yuuei. when he had grown a couple inches taller, with toned arms and scars littering the majority of his body, shoulders wide and a matured look in his eye.
it also took you being pinned under him. it was during a routine training warm-up, you were assigned as partners. to be honest, you had been slacking off recently, which is why it was no surprise that within literal seconds you were with your back to the ground under it.
was he overdoing it slightly? yes, definitely. his hands held yours firmly under, with his legs nestled over your legs, locking you in place beneath him. you felt your face heat slightly, trying to control the beat of your hammering pulse that he could definitely feel through the contact between your palms.
his head tilted slightly, “do you surrender?”
“does it look like i have much of a choice to you?” you scoffed, still trying your best to regain whatever control you could get.
“there’s always a choice.” he slid off you, offering you a hand up.
neither of you moved to let go of each other’s hands, which prompted him to turn towards you. it was an afternoon class and the sun was already starting to set, making his tanned skin golden, and his scarlet eyes have a honey-glazed translucentness that you could get lost in.
“...i guess i’ll just cut to the fucking chase then.” with a huge breath and a moment to stray himself, “i’ve admired you ever since fuck-ass freshman year and-” he ran a nervous hand through his hair, “i’d love to take you out.”
you did your best to bite back the huge smile fighting it’s way onto your face. “well then, i’d love to go out with you too.”
you let a moment pass.
“damn katsuki, since when did you get so formal?”
he dramatically let go of your hand, and stormed off, though not actually that fast as if inviting you to follow. “last time i’m doing anything nice for you, woman. mark my words.”
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, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..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.
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