loving bakugo katsuki is the august heat before fall comes and chills your bones. it’s that warm feeling when it cools down at night and you can finally curl up beneath your duvet.
it’s seeing the freckles line his eyelids and his nose and how they become more visible in the summer.
loving katsuki is burning cheeks from hitting frost, and it’s warm drinks in the early morning dew.
loving him is bitter coffee warming up your hands in late december afternoons. it’s a night curled up together at the drive in, trying not to fall asleep half way through the second movie.
loving katsuki is warm and it’s slow. it takes a lot of patience. he will push you away and act like you aren’t that big a deal. it isn’t easy either, he is a headache sometimes. he’s scared of affection and he isn’t sure how to approach his fear of losing you. and he is clueless. he hasn’t ever been good at differentiating his feelings. when he did finally let you in, it took him months to figure out that he cared for you differently then he cared for for others. when he did piece it together, it took him a while to figure out what to do with it.
he started being gentler, softer almost. he didn’t yell at you as much, certainly not out of anger at least. and he lost the edge to his words, letting them not be as sharp. he started showing more, letting himself be seen when he isn’t being dynamite. he cooked and hummed and lounged with less guard.
and eventually, he held and he told. he listened most of all. he grew to bask in your warmth and took time to escape into your world. slowly, he loved.