you always picked at your broccoli. carefully separating the icky greens from the other vegetables you could somewhat tolerate with the practiced precision you had gained— well, ever since your mom wasn't hovering over your food, forbidding you from getting up from the table without finishing the plate.
katsuki, however, ever since getting to learn about this new habit of yours— always made you finish them. it started off small, like just a small piece or two to give the vegetable a chance. but now?
“you freak, they're good for you!” he pushed the forbidden stuff back with the rest of your plate with his chopsticks.
“stop snooping around my food!” you swatted his hand away as denki snickered at the quiet, well, not really quiet exchange you two were having.
katsuki slowly picked one of the broccolis from your plate, bringing it to his lips with the infuriating speed of somebody who slept at eight directly after dinner and mabey some last minute homework.
katsuki ever spoke until he finished chewing, and restrained anybody else from doing so too. especially sero, he could tape everything but his mouth shut.
“see, if i can do it. why can't you?” he scowled.
“well, becaus—”
katsuki cut you off, seizing the slight opening your mouth to advantage by shoving the greens down your throat with his used chopsticks— not that you minded.
you flipped him off, and ignored him the entire dinner. using all the control you had over yourself even when katsuki added to a joke, or was apart of a funny conversation.
whatever. katsuki hated broccolis too, just hated the thought of you going to sleep with only carbs and stale chips in your stomach more.
a/n: GUYS THIS IS SOMEWHAT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE OLIVE THEORY OKAY IT IS JUST TOO SWEET ty for reading my bs tho ❤️
