Comfort
"Don't touch that, it's dirty." Katsuki's harsh tug pulled you back from the small stray cat, making you stumble. His eyes were fierce, his grip firm as he tried to protect you from something he saw as a threat.
"No. It's cute." You protested, your voice small but determined. You tried to step forward again, drawn to the innocence of the little creature. But Katsuki's grip on your hand tightened, his resolve unyielding.
"So many fucking people. Disappear from my side and you can find another ride back home, okay?"
You scoffed in annoyance but still reached for his hand, pulling your handbag close. The crowds pressed in from all sides, an overwhelming tide of noise and movement. But Katsuki's grip on you tightened, a silent promise of protection in the chaos. You couldn't help but feel comfort in his arms.
Cheers and applause erupted from all sides, yet your attention was solely on the gorgeous man in front of you. The room was filled with family and friends, their faces blurred in the background of your happiness. Whispers of "I love you" and small kisses of adoration warmed your entire being, making your heart race.
The cool touch of the gold band on your finger created a stark contrast to the warmth in your heart. The sight of your wedding, adorned in white and rose gold, felt like a dream come true. The flowers, the lights, the soft music—it was all perfect.
As your newly wedded husband held you with the same firmness he had as a child, you marvelled at the journey you both had taken. The same hands that had held you from a young age now rested firmly on your waist, a testament to your enduring bond. You could see the love in his eyes, a depth of emotion that took your breath away.
But now, now as you sat there all drenched you were terrified.
The rain pattered down, a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart. Sirens blared in the distance, yet the noise was dulled as you stared at the sight in your arms. The world seemed to move in slow motion, each second stretching into an eternity.
"Love." Your grip tightened as you cradled the injured body of your husband, desperation in your voice. His blood stained your clothes, warm and sticky, and your tears mixed with the rain, falling onto his pale face.
It was terrifying. The same strong hands that had protected, loved, and caressed you now lay cold and still in your palm. You sobbed, your body shaking with the force of your grief. The golden ring on his hand seemed warmer than his touch, a cruel reminder of the life you had planned together.
A broken, desperate repetition of his name did nothing to wake him. "Katsuki, please," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Stay with me. Don't leave me." But Katsuki lay motionless in your arms, his eyes closed, his chest still.
The memories of your time together flashed through your mind—his fierce protectiveness, his rough tenderness, his unwavering presence. The way he would scowl and grumble but always, always be there for you. The way he loved you with a passion that burned as brightly as the sun.
All you could do was hold him with the same warmth he had always given you, hoping against hope that it would be enough to bring him back. "Love," you whispered again, your voice breaking.
You clung to him, your heart breaking with each passing moment, the rain washing away the last remnants of your dream. So you closed your eyes, hoping that this moment would pass and your past would return.
nah can't deal with this. in the end it was jst a dream and u woke up to Katsuki laying nextto you, cradling you in his sleep. mwah.
