୨୧ ៸៸ katsuki takes all steps of his morning routine very seriously ༝ ꒰ 700! ꒱
ꉂ — warnings : female reader ・ kissing ・ slight manga/anime spoilers ✦˚˖ ᵎᵎ
It's 10:50 on a Sunday morning when Katsuki emerges from your shared bedroom — eyes downcast, strands of ash-blonde falling into his vision.
He's fresh out of the shower, like always. And the smell that leeches off him tells you he's still using your soap despite complaining that it's too sweet.
Katsuki takes pride in his daily schedule. Every minute carefully curated down to the second — so routine it's practically muscle memory.
Making your morning tea was only the beginning, one part in the pro -hero's day that he chose to build his life around. The shiny ceramics wait for him on the counter; his & her mugs you'd begged him to buy during a work trip overseas.
"Sleep well?" he questions, as if he doesn't know the answer.
At 10:58, Katsuki hands you your drink, fingers brushing under the curve of the handle. His thighs act as your leg rest, as he trails a hand over the soft skin like it belongs there.
Katsuki's never mastered sleep, often caught under the spell of racing thoughts during late hours of the night — the one part of his curated routine he can never seem to grasp.
"Mhm" you start, taking a small sip of your tea before you reel back from the heat.
He's already eyeing you, reaching for the mug and blowing on the warm liquid between words, "That's it? Just 'mhm'?"
"You really want to know about how I slept, Katsuki?" you smile, digging the ball of your foot playfully against his thigh, "Don't you already know? I felt your eyes on me"
You get a pointed glare in response as he copies your earlier movement, bringing the mug up to his lips and testing the temperature before he's handing it off to you — another habit he's picked up since being in your presence.
Katsuki dubs this his second favourite part of the morning. When his shoulders lax at the sound of you. You could talk about anything, from mundane complaints to quiet observations, because somehow your words are a piercing veil over all the noise in his head.
By 11:05, Katsuki wants you closer — especially when he feels the warm grasp of fatigue clinging to every inch of him at the soft lull of your voice — at least that's his excuse.
The mug's plucked from your hands, tea sloshing against ceramics as it's set down on the coffee table — on a coaster, of course. Katsuki spent way too much on this lump of wood to afford scratches, or worse, water rings.
You're settled into Katsuki's lap in the blink of an eye, your front pressed against his — mere inches from each other as you bask in the early morning glow shining through the curtains.
"Any plans for today?" you murmur against his lips, arms snaking around his neck as you make yourself comfortable.
"Do you have plans?"
You blink, "No.."
He smirks, voice honeyed with morning husk, "Then no, my day's clear." By the time Katsuki pries his eyes away from you, it's 11:10.
Just one more minute. And, instinctively, his eyes are already searching for your lips.
The pale green flash of the clock on the oven blinks at you tauntingly. "It's 11:11 ."
"Oh, yeah?" warm hands trace your sides, tugging at your waist to pull you in closer, "What's that mean?"
"Shh, stop talking."
He wastes no time — his lips pressing so gently into yours, like if he goes any faster the moment won't last. Each touch of your mouth is deliberate, slow. Your body sinking into his touch.
The kiss only leaves you breathless, air escaping the both of you through quiet sighs and soft exhales.
In all his life, Katsuki never imagined a future like this, his whole day quietly shaped around the numbers on the clock. 1:11, 3:33 — small moments of his busy life that, somewhere along the way, started to feel like they belonged to you.
You plant a small kiss to the apple of his cheek, already thinking about the day ahead under the soft arches of your shared home. "I'll be back"
A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, drifting into the lull that fills the next hour — and, to no surprise of his own, Katsuki's already antsy for 12:12.
a/n: i hope this comes out clearly ... my parents used to kiss on all the angel numbers when i was a kid > < and i think it's cute now even though i thought it was disgusting before ... i was their biggest hater. thank you my dear @kamislop for betaing.... again ❤︎ sigh soft love ... -> masterlist | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
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thinking about coworker!tenya iida who has a big fat crush on you
coworker!tenya who started at your job as an intern, but was quickly offered long term employment because he was the only competent worker amongst the other interns
coworker!tenya who notices you immediately. he swears you're the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on, and is determined to prove that he deserves your respect, regardless of how new he is
coworker!tenya who is quick to use "professional development" as an excuse. he's far too nervous to ask you out on a date of any kind, so he often suggests collaborative projects with you
(he'll claim it’s to learn the ropes, but really he just wants an hour of your undivided attention)
coworker!tenya who is so attentive, he notices everything about you. he knows exactly how you take your coffee in the morning, he notices the second you are feeling tired or unwell, and will often bring you treats to help "ensure your efficiency"
coworker!tenya who sees you looking overwhelmed with paperwork, and doesn't ask if you need help. he just marches over to your desk with a perfectly organized stack of files, ready to assist you, his face turning a light shade of pink as you thank him
coworker!tenya who has never struggled with public speaking, but finds himself stuttering over his words after making eye contact with you during a board meeting. granted, it wasn't a very important meeting, but he was so embarrassed. even after you reassured him that he did fine!
coworker!tenya who meant to tell you yesterday that your skirt was out of regulation, that it was far too short. but you looked so good, it slipped his mind! besides, who was he to enforce the dress code? you didn't get in any trouble, so surely it must've been fine
(he really hopes so, because it's now his favorite skirt of yours and he prays everyday that you wear it again)
coworker!tenya who loses his mind at the company dinners when he sees you all dressed up outside of your usual work attire. your hair is done differently than usual and he can't help the sudden warm feeling in his chest
coworker!tenya who wants nothing more than to compliment you, to tell you how beautiful you look! he spent the entire evening rehearsing the perfect compliment in his head, but you keep getting dragged away by your other coworkers, and it's driving him crazy
coworker!tenya who finally gets the chance to talk to you and is confused when you say that you've been trying to talk to him all night as well, but you thought he'd been avoiding you
coworker!tenya who can't believe his ears when he finds out that you've had a crush on him for almost as long as he has! what are the odds? all his hard work must have really paid off.
coworker!tenya who short-circuited when he walked you to your car after the party and you giggled at something he said. he wants to make you laugh forever
coworker!tenya who blushed a furious red after you gave him a goodbye kiss on his cheek before you left for the night, your lip gloss staining his cheek
coworker!tenya who leaves that party with your phone number and plans to ask you out the next time he sees you.
summary: a peak into domestic life with husband!katsuki :)
warnings: none! except brief mentions of periods
includes: the honeymoon, lazy sundays, first arguments and quiet intimacy!
#┆THE HONEYMOON .ᐟ ⌖
— marriage with katsuki is ... quiet
— he'd rent out the largest house he can find in the quietest places around
— i think for honeymoon's he'd obviously go wherever you want, but i also think he'd really appreciate a place that's culture heavy since the guy loves to cook 🙂↕️
— somewhere like greece or turkey? anywhere he'd be exposed to different spices, ingredients and like new cooking methods
— he really likes sight seeing with you! dressing up in coordinated outfits and taking candid shots when he thinks you aren't paying attention
— i can't imagine him enjoying swimming that much… especially not with the effort it takes to do his hair. but i also can't picture him sitting in one spot under the sun either
— you have to negotiate with him and promise that if he joins you can't get his hair wet
— he wants to be your personal tour gide. he will NOT trust tour guides. he's confident he knows the best places for the two of you to go to
— but he's also taking you around with an hour worth of research and a map he printed at home!
— he hates airports. not the flying, but definitely the lines and the sheer amount of people around the two of you. every ten seconds you see him biting his tongue trying not to tell someone off for standing a little too close to the two of you
#┆LAZY SUNDAY'S .ᐟ ⌖
— sunday's are never lazy, i lied
— he uses them as reset days, the house gets cleaned, vegetables get chopped and groceries get done!
— he has a list (paper only) and he only buys from specific brands. he'd rather go to a different store than buy from some other company that he knows (thinks) would mess up his food
— he doesn't like to separate in the store either…. and when you suggest it he looks at you like you just asked for a divorce.
— like he'll be inspecting a vegetable and brainstorming different recipes, and you're standing behind him with nothing to do...
"'suki pass me the list"
he pauses, "why?"
"well i figured we'd be able to go faster if we split it up" you mutter, already reaching for it before he's lifting it just out of your reach.
"just wait for me. i'm almost done"
he's not. he just doesn't want you to leave.
— when you come back from shopping, katsuki's antsy to get into the kitchen. it's when he feels most in his element, and you love to watch him be so passionate about it
— you are his designated sous-chef. he doesn't really like it when other people cook with him, but for you he'll make an exception
— that being said HE'S BOSSY.. its the one time you somewhat allow him to be (not without some pushback though)
— dinners are eaten at the table, katsuki would rather be caught dead then find crumbs on the expensive couch you begged him to get because it matched the living room
— he has to sit next to you. a bunch of empty seats surround the two of you but he'll always pick the chair right by your side
— he washes dishes while you sit on the counter, and when he's done he keeps you between his arms and expects kisses as payment — which are given with no hesitation
#┆FIRST ARGUMENTS .ᐟ ⌖
— first arguments after marriage i think hit him a little harder than when you were dating
— because now instead of ignoring him, which was already hard enough in the first place, he's deprived of the small things that remind him that you're married
— he's very routine oriented. he's used to seeing things on the daily that make him feel like everything's in place. so when the two of you go through this dry spell he notices the absence immediately
— he doesn't get to see you sip from the custom 'Mrs. Bakugou' mug in the morning, you don't ask him to come join you in the shower, and most noticeably, he misses the ring on your finger
— and it's not that you never see him, you'll still talk because that's still your husband, but he can tell your words lack their usual warmth that he's so used to getting
— he isn't the best at communicating, so he'll try and get your attention in the little ways.
— brushing against your pinky, staring at you just a little too long, and asking questions he already knows the answer to just to hear your voice :(
— and when the build up is finally too much, when you're half an inch further than how close you usually sit he decides enough is enough
he grabs the phone out of your hand and put it in his pocket. his body fully facing yours as crimson eyes watch you impatiently.
you blink.
"yes, katsuki?" you ask, trying to hide the smile that dares to creep ont your cheeks.
"stop ignoring me"
"katsuki, i'm not ignoring you"
he squints, hesitant touches left against your fingers as if he's unsure of what to do. ruby eyes flick to yours, the tension in his body only seen behind his irises.
he's nervous.
"so we're done with this weird shit, then?" he asks, eyes moving away from yours as he speaks.
it's only when you run a soothing hand on his jawline, thumbing the peach fuzz barely present on his cheek that you can see the tensions fade, just slightly. his shoulders softening just a little as you press a small kiss to the side of his face.
and he knows its your way of telling him you're not mad at him and you'll get through this.
"we still have to talk about it…"
he'll groan, and, and maybe pout, but you know that it's just his way of saying he's listening.
#┆QUIET INTIMACY .ᐟ ⌖
— he shows his love in the subtle ways
— to him, it really is just the two of you in your own little world. no one else holds a space in his heart the way that you do.
— he's not into pda. but he's the type to guide you through places with his hand in the small of your back.
— and it's not out of possession, per se, i think he'd do it as a way of reassurance, a way of saying 'i'm here' when people feel like too much for the both of you
— i think he's also the type to learn your schedules, and notice the little things you might not have caught onto yourself?
— he keeps a period tracker on his phone, for sureee, just to make sure you guys… plan accordingly tehehe
— he memorizes all your orders, might even have them in a note on his phone
— he knows when things are wrong, and he fixes them without question. if something's bothering you, he's on it. he picks up the subtle signs and tries to fix it before you even have to say anything — it's almost like habit.
— it's done out of the pure care of his heart. because that's just what loving you means to him.
a/n: domestic life with katsuki... need more hcs with this guy, we all deserve domestic suki! did i make this cause i'm sad right now? well yes! @dhyuns it's here 😻
what do you guys think? is there something you wanna add or maybe you think about differently? albeit it's just my interpretation, but i'd love to know your thoughts 🙂↕️ LMK IN MY INBOX OR WHEREVER!!
synopsis: what if the infamous My Hero Academia characters were real life youtubers!? who would they be like? what content would they make? and what would their online personas be like? decisons decisons~
starring: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo & all might/toshinori yagi
warnings: nothing! just pure au fluff and a shit ton of cussing
tags: modern/real life au headcanons
a/n: i have so many more characters in mind and would love to make a part two for this, so please please please feel free to suggest me more characters that you'd like, be it mha or any other fandom, and as always, I LOVEE YOUUU ALLL MUWAHH
Izuku Midoriya as MATPAT/THE GAME THEORISTS!
alright lets be so real, if Izuku were to ever start a youtube channel, he would SOO be into forming game theories and conspiracies!!
with the way he decodes and breaks down each and every detail about his classmates quirks in his ridiculously plain notebooks, and the way he picks apart every attribute about certain attack styles and combat techniques.
in an AU universe where he would have the same enthusiam with games
HE WOULD SO BE A YOUTUBE THEORIST!!
breaking down each nook and cranny of every cut scene, fighting sqeuence or even the way the main character walks!
he would take everything into consideration and predict how the upcoming part of the game would go, or how the cliff hanger would unfold in the next unreleased chapter.
the game developers would usually dm him with a quick ''mann, and here we thought our plot twist was finally beyond your reach :(''
which would earn them a shy apology from Izuku.
and not to mention, how he would commentate over all this with that adorable, enthusiatic ''oh! and did you guys know this?!'' voice, the type thats so charming and filled with energy that all this viewers love, and you'd be lying if you said
you didn't too.
All Might/Toshinori Yagi as MR BEAST!
okay, do I even need to explain this
OFCOURSE ALL MIGHT WOULD BE THROWING ALL HIS MONEY IN HIS FANS FACES!!
he would organise the craziest challanges with the craziest prize pools, donate insane amounts of money, help millions people, or even more! all behind that big, bright smile of his.
and he would totally be youtube's No. 1 youtuber, earning not only the top spot in terms of numbers, views and subscribers, but also love from his fans all around the globe, along with his fellow content creator too.
he would find various ways by which he could reach out to fans that were in countries beyond his reach, and try his best to make them apart of his fun universe as well! because after all,
he was everyone's saviour!
Katsuki Bakugo as KUBZ SCOUTS!
no but why did this entire 'youtubers' idea strike me while watching one of Jay's Resident Evil 4 playthroughs where he trash talked Ashley, saying some shit like
''shut your bitch ass up'' and then says,
''no I'm kidding I really like her guys, thats just my love language, I like giving tough love''
BECAUSE THIS WOULD SO BE KATSUKI
he would trash talk the FUCK out of characters with his stupidly good cringe jokes and have that hilariously crooked laugh that goes 'hehehehe' whenever a scene in the game would make him chuckle.
not to mention he would so be a horror game gamer, because ofcourse he would, he never gets scared
right?
except in one of his granny play throughs where she finds him with a jumpscare, and he goes
''AHHH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?? She pulled me outta' the bed and slapped me with a bat!? I should pull down my pants and slap her with my dic—''
or when he's reacting to a scary animation and the narrator goes,
''that stormy night, I walked out my apartment complex, opening the door to my car which was a 1999 Toyota Camr—''
''Does anybody care what car he's driving?'' he interrupts, pausing the video
''he could've been drivin' a freakin' scooter, with a dildo up his ass, NOBODY CARES!!''
sigh
only his editor knows how many times he's risked getting banned.
if you're sad and on your bed reading this like a bag of potato chips, watch this, please, on god it'll give you hope to not kys
dividers by: @222luvr & @pixopix thank you so so much lovess!!
summary: its mission day, but it didn’t go as planned | y/hn = your hero name btw
your hotel check in time was for 3 pm. you and katsuki got into town at 11 am, so you guys decided to explore the beautiful city of Osaka. you two stop at a restaurant and get food. Katsuki decides he wants some kind of meat, so that's where you two go.
"why meat bro…” you say and he rolls his eyes. “shut up.” you two walk into the nearest bbq restaurant. you get seated quite quickly and you order. the food came out fairly quick also. the food was better than you expected and you looked at katsuki with wide eyes and a smile.
“wow it’s actually really good.” he cocked his head to side and nodded, “why would it be bad?” you shrugged and then you ate in silence.
you left the place at around 12:30 because he just kept getting more. you decided to explore the city more before you would have to risk your lives. the city was crawling with people, but the sun basked down on you giving you a blanket of warmth. cherry blossoms were falling and you pointed to them to show katsuki.
he didn’t really care about the blossoms, he only cared about you. realizing that he kind of likes you (maybe because of the close proximity) made him terrified. The quirk you guys are up against uses the love you have for another against you. he just had to make sure he defeated them before they got the chance to use it.
you had been asking him if he thought they were pretty for the past minute now and he finally grumbled a “yeah they’re pretty.” you just laughed and shook your head. The two of you continued to walk and you kept pointing out various things you thought were cute. he wasn’t paying attention when the cutest thing was right in front of him.
he only kept looking to appease you, just to see you smile. every time you showed your teeth, his heart squeezed. you were just so beautiful, he couldn’t take it. the way the breeze pushed your hair to the side, the light on your skin, the linger of your touch. it was all so perfect and so uniquely you. he didn’t even realize he was staring until you asked him what’s wrong. “nothing.” he said and grabbed your hand.
it was 2:45 and you started to make your way to the hotel. this is when it started getting real, the villain would be tipped off that you two were staying in this room and he would show up to take you out. you gripped his hand tighter, “what if he actually gets us to kill each other?” your voice laced with fear and katsuki ran a thumb over the back of your hand to soothe you. “i won’t let him hurt you or me.”
you nodded and both made your way to the hotel.
the place was spacious and beautiful, too bad you didn’t actually come here to enjoy the hotel. you two checked in, made your way to the room, suited up and waited. the tip would be given to him soon. you never were nervous before a fight before, but this was different.
you liked katsuki, the villain turned that love into hate. the only way to break through was to truly focus on his face and why you love him. that’s definitely not an easy task when you’re actively trying to kill him.
you tried to not worry much when katsuki was just sitting there calm, certain you would be protected. “dynamight.” you said and he looked up. you walked over to him and gave him a small kiss. “i don’t know if i’ll be able to say any of this before something bad happens-“ “it won’t” he interjects. “i need to say it incase something happens.” he shook his head. “i’m not gonna let anything happen okay?” you scoffed. “i don’t care. i like you katsuki. i’m scared he’ll use that love i have for you against me. i-“ you started choking up at the thought of hurting him.
“listen. i like you too, but im not going to let anything happen. you trust me don’t you?” you nodded, “i’ll protect us.” the door busted open.
he’s here.
the two of you couldn’t see him, he must be using some type of invisibility gadget. the bed dips and you both whip your heads toward it. you shot a gust of air in the direction and suddenly the two of you were thrown out of the window. you both were able to stop yourselves from hitting the ground.
the villain showed himself and once he did, the quirk was shown too. you felt a violent rage course through you. katsuki’s face went pale as you jumped on him. throwing punches and gusts of air to his face. he could barely defend, you weren’t letting up. he said he wouldn’t let anything happen, but it was too fast for him. he threw you off of him.
“y/hn!” you continued your assault on him with no way of letting up. katsuki tried to take down the villain but you immediately jumped on him and he couldn’t. fuck! what could he do in this situation? maybe restrain you? he was losing his mind trying to think and subdue you. he let off an explosion that sent you flying. he winced because he didn’t want to hurt you.
you flew back a few feet and landed on your side, you got up immediately after like the pain didn’t exist. you rushed him and then katsuki wondered why the villain didn’t use the quirk on him too, but that was the least of his worries right now.
“y/hn! listen to me.” you shot a wave of heat at him from the sun. “you don’t want to hurt me! please come to your senses!” for a second you stopped, like a voice trying to speak through water. it only stopped you for a second and you were back to fighting. it was like your head was filled with soup, you couldn’t think about anything but kill kill kill. he kept talking but it wasn’t making any sense to you. until you heard, “baby please.”
you stopped and snapped out of the trance. “you called me baby?” you smirked and he blasted the villain immediately after. he ran up to you and gave you a large hug. “fuck. i’m sorry, im sorry i couldn’t protect you.” you smiled and went over to tie up the villain and turn him in. “im the one who was attacking you.”
he shook his head, “i was going to subdue him before he could use the quirk, but i failed.” you put the guy in the cop car and watched as they drove away. you hug him again and kiss him. “well now that this is all over, what about us?” he smirked at you. “guess i have to make trips to america.”
hi hi! it’s been so long since i’ve uploaded. i’ll start writing more consistently again. after this is the last chapter where they’re gonna be so in love so yeah that’s gonna be on the way TRUST.
─ .✦ (0.8k) when you bring home a stray kitten, dabi is deeply, profoundly opposed. unfortunately for him, you refuse to throw the little fur baby away.
(spoiler; you end up keeping it)
tags: talk of villains, dabi hates the cat but folds, humor and fluff, suggestive language, dabi is grumpy, reader wins every argument.
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“We’re not keepin’ that thing.”
You stop dead in the doorway.
Rain drips off your hair and down your jacket, puddling onto the floor, but you barely notice because you are too busy clutching the tiny calico kitten tighter to your chest and staring at your boyfriend like he just personally insulted you (which he basically just did).
Your bottom lip juts out immediately, dramatic and practiced, chin tipping down as you look up at him through your lashes.
“But why,” you whine, hugging the kitten closer. She lets out a small, confused mrrp and presses her face into your collarbone.
Dabi doesn’t move from where he is leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, expression flat and unimpressed. His eyes flick from your soaked clothes, to the water dripping onto the floor, to the very obvious trail of pet store bags you have already scattered across the living room.
“We’re not keepin’ it,” he repeats firmly.
You pout harder, shoulders hunching protectively around the kitten. “But whyyyyyy,” you drag out, voice wobbling.
“Look at her, Dabi. Look at her. She’s so so so cute and she was all alone on the street and she was shivering and I’m definitely not leaving her there, so please.”
You lift the kitten a little higher like she is evidence.
You have already decided her name is Biscuit, because she is small and warm and soft and looks exactly like something that should be wrapped in a napkin and cherished. Dabi, on the other hand, looks like a man standing in the middle of his own personal hell.
He exhales through his nose and drags a hand down his face, scarred skin pulling tight under his fingers. He just got back from a long day, consisting of doing way too many horrid things to be faced with this innocent looking thing.
He doesn’t even know what to be pissed at first.
Whether it’s your clothes that are completely soaked, rainwater dripping off you and onto the floor like you tracked half the street inside. Or the fact that his couch (there is actually only one couch in your apartment, but he’s just being dramatic) is now covered in a small mountain of cat supplies.
Or frankly, his biggest current dilemma; the fucking cat itself.
“Get that thing’s rubbish off my couch,” he mutters, eyes narrowing.
“Do not call it a thing!” you snap immediately, bristling as you turn your body slightly away from him, shielding the kitten. “It’s a she, and her name is Biscuit.”
Dabi clicks his tongue. “We are not namin’ it, doll,” he says flatly. “’Cause we are not gonna keep it.”
You gape at him. “Excuse you, she already has a name and I’ve got her supplies and stuff to live with us.”
He pushes himself off the counter and gestures vaguely around the apartment. “It’s bad enough I gotta share this place with the millions of pink plushies and stupid little figurines you own—”
“But you agreed I could have my own side!” you interrupt, pointing accusingly toward the shelves you meticulously claimed months ago.
“—and now I gotta share it with a fur covered thing that eats, shits, and sleeps all day. Yeah, fuck no.”
You scowl. “Dabiiii.”
Right on cue, Biscuit lets out a tiny meow, pathetic in the most devastating way.
Something ugly and unfamiliar twists in Dabi’s chest.
Shit, and hereee it goes—
“Oh my god,” you whisper dramatically, eyes flicking between him and the kitten. “Did you hear that? Did you hear her? She is so cute, oh my—we have to keep her!” your eyes shine with so much adoration and love it makes his heart twist in a way more pathetic than that meow.
“Tch,” he mutters, jaw tightening.
“Dabi,” you say, voice immediately going soft and pleading. “Can we keep her? Please please please please—”
He sighs, long and tired, shoulders slumping just a little. “Whatever,” he mutters. “I’ll see if we can keep the ugly thing.”
You squeal and step forward, immediately pressing a kiss to his cheek before he can react. “So, that’s a yes,” you declare triumphantly.
“That is not a yes,” he snaps, pointing at you. “That is a maybe, and I swear to god if it scratches me or shits on my pillow it’s gonna end up burnt to a crisp.”
You nod eagerly. “Of course. Totally! Biscuit would never.”
The kitten meows again, loud and pleased, curling tighter into your arms.
Dabi glances down at her, lips twitching despite himself.
“Ugly rat,” he mutters fondly, and pretends very hard that the sound didn’t just punch straight through his scarred, stupid heart.
