synopsis: being katsuki’s wife was no easy task! he has always been persistent. Even with fans following you both, he wasn’t one to care that much. However, he definitely nailed that message of you being his wife in their heads when you two ended up in an alley.
You were just trying to enjoy a peaceful walk, Katsuki beside you with one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other loosely holding yours. His thumb rubbed lazy circles against your palm—a soft tender motion with a wandering look on his face.
You glanced around, noticing the crowd.
Across the street, a couple of people had been taking photos of the two of you. They weren’t that confrontational yet; but as minutes passed by, their whispers grew louder, more persistent than Katsuki wanted to admit. Some were even starting to follow both of you from behind.
You felt Katsuki’s grip tighten, eyebrows furrowing as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“They’re followin’ too close.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered with a smile, brushing your thumb against his hand. “They’re just excited.”
He didn’t respond, but you saw the faint twitch of his jaw. He knows how fans can often overstepped boundaries. He’s seen that a lot with half’n’half and Deku.
The fans drew a littleeee closer. Closer than Katsuki’s preference.
That was when he let out a low exhale before he stopped walking.
Katsuki gently tugged you toward a side alley, sliding away so easily. You turn your head to face him. Confused and caught off guard by his sudden pull.
“Jus’ a second,” he murmured.
The alley was quiet, shaded, and a little cooler than the street with muted colors. You turned to him, ready to ask what he was planning, but he stepped in, caging you with one arm above your head. His palm met the brick wall with a thud. His eyes softened—locked with yours.
“Too many eyes,” he muttered, the grumble low enough that you felt it more than heard it. “Just wanted a minute… where it’s just you lookin’ at me.”
Your heart warmed painfully before you fought back a grin.
“Katsuki,” you whispered. “You could’ve just said so.”
His lips curved into a cheeky smile, cheeks faintly flushed. “I am sayin’ it. Don’t push it.”
His free hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering at your jaw. He touched you with a tenderness—opposite to his usual dynamight persona. His thumb stroked the curve of your cheek, leaning in to kiss you.
“Couldn’t ignore you,” he whispered against your lips. “Not with you lookin’ so fucking—”
A fan—standing at the start of the alley—had her phone up, eyes wide in horrified awe, like she’d accidentally walked in on an intimate scene.
“K-Katsuki—” you started as his head turned so fast. But the fan bolted before he could say anything to them. Your husband let out a groan so deep he nearly sagged against you.
“Are you kidding me?” he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. His warm breath spread across your skin. Your head tilts back against the wall, muttering with a tone of worry.
“I hope they got my angle right,”
It wasn’t until later that night when the fan posted it. Soon enough, it became a trending topic. A high-resolution photo of pro hero Dynamight standing over his wife, arm placed above her gently, his expression impossibly gentle. The caption was simple.
dienamite→MOVE MS DYNAMIGHT IM NEXT
Katsuki stared at the picture on his phone in utter disbelief—toothbrush still in his mouth before he gurgled out,
You snort, happily covering yourself with the sheets. “Can’t blame them. Ooh! I like your muscles here. Oh hey, they have more photos—hold on! Get off of me!”
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