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katsuki is going to blow your head off when he sees how drunk you are.
but at the same time, he was expecting you to get absolutely hammered. no matter how much he told you to keep your drinking tonight to a minimum. nowadays, it’s difficult to find a day where all of you and your friends are available to meet and catch up. while katsuki likes seeing you enjoy yourself, sometimes he wishes you would stay somewhere he could see you and make sure you’re safe.
it’s not like you can’t handle yourself - but you know how overprotective he is. he won’t believe you’re safe and out of harm’s way unless he can see it with his own two eyes. he’s a pro-hero. he’s seen far too many situations rapidly turn sour, it’s only natural for him to be as cautious with his personal life too.
katsuki’s out the door as soon as he hears your voice on the other side of the line. you’re slurring how much you miss him and love him so dearly. as he’s switching on the car ignition, you make a flirty remark about how good he looked earlier that day during his morning patrol. he tells you to shut up and to stay on the line while he makes his way to you.
“katsuki!” you call out loudly when you see him, wobbling over in your heels. “i missed you sooo much.”
“be careful, brat. i don’t need you falling and breaking your damn legs,” he replies, circling his arm around your waist to help you balance as you sloppily kiss his cheek. you can’t help being so touchy when your boyfriend is just walking around so causally while looking like a greek god. has he always looked this irresistible?
“wait! katsu, can we drop off mina and tooru too? please!”
“fine.”
on the surface, katsuki looks irritated at your request but you know he would never refuse. he would always protect his ex-classmates, even if he would never admit it directly. you’ve grown to understand katsuki more than anyone else - he cares so much more than people think and it’s one of your favourite things about him. you give him another (sloppy) kiss before he helps you into the front seat.
you’re giggling and hiccuping the entire car ride. katsuki pretends not to care about the gossip he hears between you three but you know he’s listening attentively. he also pretends not to notice the suggestive looks you’re giving him the entire journey.
you drop off both mina and tooru shortly after at their residences. katsuki waits for them to safely get through their doors before beginning to finally drive back home. you’ve gone quiet, as if your friends leaving magically drained you of all your energy. you’ve kicked your shoes off under the seat and have pulled your knees up to your chest. katuski can still feel your prying eyes on him - he knows what that look means.
once katsuki parks up outside your home, he leans over to undo your seatbelt for you. you take this as an opportunity to cup his cheeks and pull him into a heated kiss. he kisses you back but restrains you as he feels your hands start to wander further down. katsuki pulls away and says your name in a stern tone.
“but i wore your favourite dress,” you sulk, “don’t you think i look pretty?”
“you know what i think, y/n.” he replies. of course he noticed what you were wearing. it’s his favourite silky, red dress. it hugs you so perfectly and drives him absolutely insane. you’re still pouting and looking at him with big, glossy eyes. he sighs. “you look beautiful, baby. but i’m not fucking you when you’re drunk.”
“okay…” you mumble before opening the door and swinging your legs out of the car. katsuki is quickly by your side, worried you will trip and fall flat on your face. you raise your arms at him and pout, “carry me, katsu?”
he could never say no to your pretty face. he scoops you up in his arms, letting you breathe in his familiar scent. this is where you feel safest. you’re resting your eyes as he’s carefully manoeuvring the house keys out of his pocket and getting the door open.
the warmth from your boyfriend and home feels like a comforting blanket on top of you. you’re already starting to drift off, and you moan when katsuki starts setting you down on the cold bathroom counter. he’s taking all your skincare products and doing your routine for you, just as he’s seen and watched you do a hundred times before.
micellar water, cleanser, toner… the glycerine moisturiser his mother gave you as a birthday present. he scoffs at the memory. you and mitsuki spend the whole evening laughing at his baby pictures and embarrassing childhood stories.
“katsuki, i’m so sleepy…” you murmur, resting your head in the crook of the neck. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his defined muscles under his thin shirt. mmh. my boyfriend has such perfect arms.
“not yet, idiot!” he reprimands you for dozing off. he still needs to brush your teeth and get you dressed!
it’s a pain trying to brush your teeth. you keep trying to cuddle him and complain about the toothpaste being to spicy. katsuki thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, though. you drank a bottle of water in the car (as he instructed you to) so he hopes some of the alcohol has been flushed out. then tomorrow morning you don’t feel utterly and entirely dreadful. even if he likes having to take care of you (of course, he will never admit this).
shortly after you’re back in your boyfriend’s arms, being carried back into the bedroom. you laugh sleepily when he throws you playfully onto the bed. he knows you’re completely exhausted when he’s taking your dress off for you and you don’t take the opportunity to make a flirtatious joke.
you’re clinging onto him as soon as you’re tucked into bed. he’s given you his shirt to wear so now you can feel his bare skin against your fingertips.
“i’m sorry for getting so drunk, katsuki. i’m going to feel so bad tomorrow. i don’t mean to make you worry,” you murmur sadly into the pillow.
“you know the shit i see working, y/n. that’s the only reason i worry so damn much. even if you’re strong and can handle yourself,” he explains, fingers gently caressing the skin under your shirt. “but i will always come get you. no matter how drunk you are or how mad you think i’ll be. alright, brat?”
“mmh. i love you, kacchan.”
ah. that stupid nickname. it’s grown on him a little, especially since you started saying it.
“i love you, y/n. now get some sleep. i’m exhausted because of you.”
“kacchan!”