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PROLOGUE

Shouto had never considered himself a particularly emotional person. He was, after all, the product of a tumultuous family history, forged in the fires of expectation and abuse. But ever since he started dating Katsuki, he found himself feeling a brand of happiness that felt both foreign and exhilarating.

Their journey began quite innocently— restaurant hopping and food trips, a spontaneous idea that turned into a delightful adventure. Shouto had always had an appreciation for food, but it was during those food trips with Katsuki that he discovered the sheer joy of tasting new dishes and exploring flavors he had never encountered before.

Each meal was a new experience, a chance to bond over shared laughter and playful banter. As he write down a bucket list of eateries, the thought of sharing it with someone made his heart race. And who better than Bakugou Katsuki, his best friend! :D

Shouto had many friends, but only a few he would dare to call close— Midoriya, Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Bakugou. After a few challenging days of contemplation, the number dwindled down to a singular figure he could genuinely rely on, and that was Bakugou. Selecting a companion for his culinary quest was easy, but convincing Bakugou to join him was a different challenge altogether.

It took him three long months— yes, you read that right, THREE MONTHS— to convince Bakugou to join him.

The explosive blond was notoriously difficult to persuade, his initial gruffness often making it seem as though he would rather face a villain than spend an afternoon sampling cuisine with Shouto. Yet, Shouto had persisted, driven by an inexplicable pull towards the blonde that he was only beginning to understand.

As they embarked on their culinary adventures, Shouto noticed something shifting within himself and found himself drawn deeper into Bakugou's world.

Their outings, filled with playful banter and shared dishes, became a special memory that Shouto will never forget. He cherished the moments when their shoulders brushed, when their heads are almost bumping into each other as they look at their phones for navigation, the way Katsuki would throw his head back in laughter when Shouto’s face contorts after eating horrible-tasting food, and how his fierce personality softened when they indulged in something delicious. Each shared meal was a new layer of his growing affection.

But it wasn't until one crisp autumn afternoon that Shouto's heart truly recognized what had been blossoming within him.

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They were walking side by side on Kajika Bridge that day, the trees surrounding them ablaze with reds and yellows, the air rich with the scent of fallen leaves. As Shouto scrolled through his phone, the rhythmic sound of Katsuki's footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

Out of curiosity, he glanced back.

There stood Katsuki, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, gaze lifted to the sky.

Shouto's breath caught in his throat.

The sight of Katsuki in that moment was mesmerizing. His features softened by the gentle light filtering through the leaves, the tension in his frame momentarily relaxed as he took in the beauty of the season.

It was as if time had slowed, allowing Shouto to drink in the scene before him.

Katsuki, usually so fierce and full of fire, appeared almost ethereal in that moment of calmness. The golden sunlight illuminated not just his face but the world around him, painting the falling leaves in shades of warmth, and for the first time, Shouto saw Katsuki not just as a friend or a companion, but as something profoundly beautiful.

In that fleeting instance, something shifted irrevocably within Shouto. He felt an overwhelming rush of affection.

A realization that he was in love with Katsuki Bakugou.

The revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning, awakening intense feelings he had buried deep beneath layers of uncertainty.

Autumn was a season of change, and that day marked a turning point for Shouto. He would never forget how the crisp air and the vibrant colors, combined with the serene beauty of Katsuki, unveiled a new chapter in his life.

With Katsuki by his side, each moment became a cherished memory, a shared adventure that filled his life with a joy he had never known.

> END OF PROLOGUE <

Shouto stood in the kitchen, the warm light casting soft shadows against the walls as he meticulously carved a piece of wood into a pair of chopsticks. Each stroke of his knife was stable and consistent, a skill he had honed not just through his craft but also as a means of finding peace amidst the chaos of his dual life as a pro hero and a craftsman.

Usually, he goes to the workshop he works at where he not only makes chopsticks, but also carve different types of wood. Luckily, his instructor took a liking to his passion for craftsmanship and allowed him to work at home whenever he feels like it or when his schedule becomes too loaded, as long as he still brings newly made products to the workshop.

But, ultimately, shaping and polishing a new pair of chopsticks just for his adorable and feisty boyfriend has been his go-to project ever since they started dating.

For four years, he and Katsuki had navigated the complexities of their relationship, but it wasn’t until the second year of their relationship that they had taken the plunge into living together.

Their new apartment, nestled conveniently between their agencies, had transformed into a sanctuary for both of them. The past few years had been a revelation for Shouto, a comfort he hadn’t fully anticipated. It was in the quiet moments, like the one he was experiencing now, that he realized just how profoundly lucky he was to have Katsuki in his life.

Katsuki’s loud and boisterous personality often made headlines, his hero ranking interchanges from No.5 down to No.15, and the public perception of him was one of a hot-headed, aggressive hero. But Shouto knew the truth behind the bravado.

Beneath the surface of explosive tempers and fierce determination lay a deeply caring individual, someone who looked after him in ways that often left him feeling unworthy. Whether it was preparing breakfast even on the busiest mornings or leaving sweet notes tucked into his hero gear, Katsuki’s gestures spoke volumes about his affection.

Of course, they weren’t without their disagreements. Minor arguments would flare up now and then, usually sparked by something trivial— like the way Shouto tended to forget to wash the dishes or how Katsuki would accidentally throw away Shouto’s unfinished project. Yet, even in those moments of tension, Shouto felt a sense of understanding. He could see through Katsuki’s angry exterior that the swearing and the aggressive remarks were just part of his act, a way to mask the vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see.

Balancing his career as a pro hero and his passion for crafting was no easy feat, but Shouto found strength in their shared life. He could often hear Katsuki in the other room where they have their own mini gym, training relentlessly, often times he watches Katsuki being mentioned in the news, working hard to maintain his rank in the hero charts. The drive that fueled Katsuki’s ambition also ignited Shouto’s own determination. They pushed each other to be better, both in their respective careers and as partners.

Shouto now sat at the small workbench in their shared apartment, the unfinished chopsticks resting in front of him. He had been diligently sanding the wood, the gentle rasp of the paper soothing in its own way. He wasn’t just crafting utensils, he was creating little pieces of art to share during their meals, a way of giving back to the person who had given him so much.

But as he glanced toward the living room, a familiar urge tugged at him. With a content sigh, he placed the unfinished chopsticks down, letting it sit there for a moment and cleaned the pieces of wood all over the table. He set down the sandpaper and took a deep breath, deciding that the project could wait.

Katsuki was in the living room, and the thought of joining him was far more inviting than the meticulous work of crafting.

He made his way down the hall, the soft glow of the living room lighting spilling out into the corridor. Katsuki was sprawled comfortably on the couch, a book in his hands and his brow furrowed in concentration. Shouto’s heart warmed at the sight of him, the way he threw himself into stories with such vigor.

“Hey,” Shouto said, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Katsuki looked up, his ruby eyes brightening with recognition. “You done with your project?” he asked, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Shouto shook his head, a smile creeping onto his lips. “I’ll finish it soon.”

With that, he crossed the room in a few long strides, reaching down to scoop Katsuki into his arms. Startled, Katsuki let out a small grunt before settling back against Shouto’s chest, his back fitting perfectly against him. Shouto held him close, his arms circled around Katsuki’s astonishingly tiny waist.

As Katsuki returned to his book, Shouto nestled his face against the side of Katsuki’s neck. The warm, caramel scent of his boyfriend’s quirk enveloped him, wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Each inhale brought a sense of calm and comfort, grounding him in the moment.

He loved moments like this, so simple yet profoundly fulfilling.

Katsuki shifted slightly, leaning more into Shouto’s embrace as he continued to read, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.

Shouto allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, cherishing the warmth of the moment, he placed his hand against Katsuki’s chest, feeling the thump of the once dead heartbeat of the man he loved, and allowed himself to be comforted by the weight of his lover.

Life with him was chaotic, but it was the kind of chaos Shouto had grown to cherish. It brought him comfort and a sense of tranquility he never thought he would have.

In a world where heroes were often defined by their powers and public personas, he found solace in the quiet moments they shared together, knowing that no matter what the world thought, he had the most caring partner by his side.

That was until a dreadful event that happens a few months later.

The new villain, a shadowy figure with a twisted ambition, had stumbled upon a Nomu's remains and, in a twisted blend of science and malice, had awakened a nightmare reminiscent of the League of Villains' past. The streets had erupted in chaos while people started calling the villain as “Hollowman”.

Fear gripped the hearts of citizens as they recalled the devastation wrought by the war eight years ago. Shouto had been there too, memories of Toya and his father immediately came to mind, and the sudden resurgence of terror felt like a cruel reminder of battles long thought behind them.

In the aftermath of the Hollowman’s first appearance, Shouto’s life with Katsuki had shifted dramatically. Their once peaceful routine, late-night cuddling sessions and lazy mornings, had been replaced by hurried goodbyes and lingering tension. Katsuki had thrown himself into his work at his and Midoriya’s shared agency, the urgency of their mission consuming him. Shouto admired his determination, the way he channeled his anger into action, but he couldn't shake the feeling of distance that crept between them.

The aroma of sautéing vegetables filled the small kitchen. He doesn’t always cook, but lately, he seemed to find himself doing this routine even though he’s not good at it. He stirred the contents of the pan, the rhythmic motion sometimes faltering due to his restless spirit. 

Six months had passed since the new villain emerged, yet the echoes of that day still reverberated in Shouto's mind. His thoughts drifts back to the past five months. Sure, living together with Katsuki had initially felt like a dream, their shared laughter and playful banter filling the apartment with warmth. However, because of the current incident with the new villain, their lives had taken on a different rhythm.

Katsuki's hero work had intensified, leaving him with little time to spare. Shouto understood the demands of their chosen paths because he, too, was no stranger to the pressures of being a pro hero. Yet, the weight of their busy schedules had begun to create a rift between them.

Though he often found himself assigned to different missions, Shouto remained aware of Katsuki's movements, silently rooting for him from afar. Katsuki was relentless, a force of nature in his own right, and with Midoriya at his side, Shouto knew they could face anything. Yet, as the days turned into weeks, he could feel the weight of longing pressing against his chest, a gnawing emptiness that had begun to define his evenings.

Every time he returned home to their shared apartment, he was met with silence. Shouto would often find himself standing in the doorway of their workroom, watching Katsuki study the latest reports alone or talking to one of their fellow pro heroes on the phone, a grim determination etched on his face.

The time they spent apart was necessary, he reminded himself. Capturing the villain and putting an end to the destruction came first. But that didn’t lessen the longing.

Shouto recalled the way Katsuki used to rush home after long days, bursting through the door with a fierce grin, ready to engage in playful banter or simply collapse on the sofa beside him. Now, Katsuki would often return so late at night, fatigue etched into his features, his energy reserved for the next day of hero work, rather than the warmth of their shared space.

He missed those moments, the quiet mornings filled with the soft sounds of breakfast preparations, the way Katsuki would tease him for his scuffed chopsticks, and the evenings spent sprawled on the couch, arguing over which show to watch.

Instead, their conversations had been reduced to brief texts during the day, messages filled with updates and reminders rather than the playful exchanges that had once defined their relationship.

And Katsuki, despite his fierce exterior, was not immune to the loneliness that had crept into their lives.

Shouto could see it in the way he clenched his jaw when he thought no one was watching, the flicker of exhaustion in his eyes whenever he returned home late at night.

Shouto often aided in missions when he could. Yet, no matter how many villains he faced or how many times he saved innocent civilians, the thrill of battle paled in comparison to the moments spent with Katsuki. The laughter, the banter, the nights filled with echoes of sex and intimacy, the simple comfort of each other's presence— those were the things he missed the most.

As he stirred the pot, Shouto's thoughts were interrupted by the lonely realization of just how quiet it is. He couldn’t shake the feeling of isolation that had crept in. 

He sighed, glancing at the clock. Soon, he would hear the familiar sound of the front door opening, a moment he both anticipated and dreaded. He missed their long talks over dinner, the way Katsuki would tease him for his cooking attempts or the way they’d end up competing over who could make the better meal. But lately, Katsuki had become a shadow of his usual self, coming home late and exhausted, often opting for sleep over food.

As if on cue, the sound of the door creaking open broke through his reverie. Shouto turned, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Welcome home,” he called out, hoping to inject some cheer into the atmosphere.

“Yeah,” came Katsuki's tired reply, but instead of stepping into the kitchen, he trudged past and headed straight for their bedroom.

Shouto's heart sank slightly. This had become a routine he didn’t like, Katsuki choosing rest over dinner, as if sleep were the only thing that could rejuvenate him after long days of battling villains.

Shouto finished cooking, plating the meal with care, but the thought of eating alone felt heavy in his chest. He set the table but couldn’t ignore the nagging worry that had settled in his mind. With a resigned sigh, he made his way to the bedroom to check on Katsuki.

Pushing the door open, Shouto found Katsuki sprawled on the bed, already asleep, his face buried in the pillow. The faint sounds of his breathing, shallow and uneven, tugged at Shouto’s heartstrings. He took a moment to observe Katsuki who looked utterly worn out, the usual fire in his eyes dulled by fatigue.

Shouto moved quietly, kneeling beside the bed to gently remove Katsuki’s gear. He worked with careful precision, not wanting to disturb his lover’s rest, but his hands trembled slightly. There were no visible injuries today, a relief that at least brought some peace to his mind. Yet, the sight of Katsuki’s exhausted form filled him with concern.

After stripping Katsuki down to a comfortable state, Shouto made his way to the bathroom, dampening a towel with cool water. He returned to the bedside and gently wiped away the sweat that clung to Katsuki’s forehead and arms, wishing he could do more to ease the burden that weighed him down.

As he worked, he couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at him. “You push yourself too hard,” he murmured under his breath, his gaze lingering on Katsuki’s face. “You need to take a break.”

Shouto allowed himself a moment to simply watch Katsuki sleep, his heart aching at how tired he looked. He hated seeing him like this, a hero who deserved to rest but refused to give in. With a heavy sigh, Shouto settled in beside him, allowing the warmth of their shared space to envelop him, making sure that Katsuki is deep asleep before he eats his dinner.

Shouto stared into the chaos that had erupted around him, the remnants of a lonely night fading into the distant memory.

The warmth of Katsuki’s sleeping form had lingered in his mind, a comforting reminder of the one single moment of peace with the love of his life as he now faced a battlefield teeming with danger. He had spent the previous evening tending to Katsuki, ensuring he was comfortable as exhaustion pulled him into a deep sleep. The image of his loved one, vulnerable yet still fiercely proud, had given Shouto strength, but now that strength was being tested in a way he could never have anticipated.

The red alert had come early, disrupting what was meant to be a quiet day of patrol. The call had been urgent, rattling through his earpiece and sending adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Nomus had appeared once more, but these weren’t the mindless monstrosities birthed from Shigaraki or All For One's twisted vision. No, these were different—stronger, more agile, and unnervingly strategic. They moved with a menacing intelligence that sent a chill down Shouto’s spine.

He took a deep breath, centering himself amidst the chaos. His task was clear: trap the Nomus in one place, keep them contained while ensuring the safety of the civilians that littered the streets in a panicked rush.

With precision, Shouto unleashed a torrent of ice, expertly manipulating the temperature around him to create barriers that encircled the fray. The crystalline structures glimmered like jagged teeth, sealing off escape routes and forcing the Nomus into tight clusters.

As he fought, his gaze flickered to his left, where he could see Katsuki locked in combat with Midoriya. The sight pulled at Shouto’s heart, Katsuki was pushing himself, his body straining against the weight of the past. The right arm that had once been so powerful was still fragile and healing, a testament to the scars of their shared history. Each explosion was a reminder of what he had given up, and Shouto felt a mix of admiration and concern as he watched Katsuki maneuver against two Nomus that had fused into a monstrous amalgamation of strength and malice.

Midoriya was beside him, battling with the ferocity of a hero who had lost part of himself in the fight against Shigaraki. Shouto could see the strain on his face, the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he struggled to keep the Nomu at bay. Despite the suit that Katsuki worked hard on, the loss of One For All weighed heavily on Midoriya, leaving gaps in his fighting style that the new Nomu exploited without hesitation. Shouto’s heart ached for them both, but he couldn’t afford to lose focus.

With a determined grit, he intensified his ice, creating sharp spikes that shot up from the ground, stopping the advance of the Nomus. Each time he caught a glimpse of Katsuki’s fierce expression, the way his blond hair whipped around him, Shouto felt a surge of hope. Katsuki fought with a ferocity that reminded him of a wildfire, his spirit unyielding even in the face of overwhelming odds.

The fighting was relentless, each clone of the Nomu showcasing new quirks that posed challenges Shouto had never anticipated. He sees Kirishima, Kaminari, Shoji, Tokoyami, and a few other available pro heroes in the area as well. The lack of pro heroes on the scene are due to the amount of Nomu clones appearing in other areas of the country.

The main perpetrator is nowhere to be seen, only countless Nomus are being spawned everywhere. They are all relentless. They responded to the heroes’ movements, adapting and countering with alarming speed. Shouto’s breath came in measured bursts, his mind racing as he calculated their next moves, trying to stay a step ahead of the chaos that surrounded him.

“Dynamight! Shouto!” Midoriya shouted, his voice strained but filled with determination. “We need to regroup! We can’t let them outflank us!”

Shouto nodded, his resolve solidifying. He quickly adjusted his strategy, signaling to Katsuki and Midoriya to fall back momentarily. The Nomus roared in frustration, their twisted forms lunging at the heroes.

Shouto stood resolute as he dodged a swipe from one of the monstrous Nomus. The air crackled with tension, filled with the sounds of explosions and the frantic shouts of his fellow heroes. They had faced many foes before, but this was unlike anything they had encountered.

The air crackled with tension as the three of them faced the towering monstrosity before them— a towering Nomu that loomed like a nightmare made flesh. Its features twisted into a grotesque semblance of a grin, a reminder of the horrifying potential of the creatures that lurked in the shadows of their world.

Shouto felt the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, drawing on the power that flowed from his dual heritage. With one hand, he summoned a chilling wave of ice, the air around him growing frigid as frost crept along the ground, coating it in a crystalline sheen. He could feel the coldness seeping into his bones, a stark contrast to the heat that ignited in his other hand. Flames danced to life, bright and fierce, the heat radiating from him like a beacon.

Beside him, Midoriya was a whirlwind of determination. His suit hummed loudly, the mechanical whirrs and clicks accompanying his movements as he powered up. The green energy surrounding him glowed like a beacon, and Shouto could see the strain on Midoriya's face as he channeled every ounce of strength the suit had to offer. It was an impressive sight— his friend was pushing himself to his limits, ready to unleash the full might of One For All.

Then there was Katsuki, a storm of fury and explosions. He stood a few paces away, his eyes narrowed with fierce determination. The air around him crackled with heat as he prepared his signature move, his palms igniting with a brilliant blaze of explosions. Shouto could feel the heat emanating from him, a testament to Katsuki’s relentless spirit and explosive Quirk.

"Now!" Katsuki shouted, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

In a synchronized surge of power, the three launched their attacks. Shouto unleashed a torrent of ice from his left hand, the frosty shards spiraled toward the Nomu, while his right hand exploded with a torrent of flames that coiled around the ice, creating a breathtaking spectacle of fire and cold. Midoriya surged forward, fists glowing with green energy as he unleashed a powerful punch, the force of it sending shockwaves through the air. At the same moment, Katsuki fired a full-powered explosion.

The combined force of their attacks collided with the Nomu, a brilliant explosion lighting up the battlefield. Shouto felt the heat of the flames and the chill of the ice mingle, creating a surreal haze as they struck. But as the smoke cleared, his heart sank.

The Nomu staggered, but it did not fall. The creature shook off the remnants of their combined onslaught, its body barely marked by their efforts.

The trio exchanged quick, incredulous glances, their expressions are a mix of shock and disbelief. Their combined attacks— blasts of fire and ice from Shouto, explosions from Katsuki, and the force of Midoriya's power— had done little more than irritate the creature.

It roared, a sound that echoed through the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath them. The Nomu's body writhed, consuming the other Nomus nearby in a twisted display, its form swelling and stretching until it towered like a skyscraper. Its mouth is wide opened as it snarled and growled repeatedly and you can see it lined with jagged teeth.

As the creature charged, its newfound strength palpable, Shouto felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with dread. He moved instinctively, dodging another claw swipe, his mind racing. He was already feeling exhausted, fatigue clawing at the edges of his consciousness, but he couldn’t afford to falter. Not now.

Katsuki’s voice cut through the chaos, filled with a reckless confidence. “This fucker just don’t know when to fucking quit. Listen up!” He shouts as he blast away one elongated tentacle from the Nomu, “I’ve got a plan!” he exclaimed as he landed on top of a wrecked car.

“I’ll go inside that thing’s mouth and blow it up from the inside!” His eyes sparkled with that familiar fire, but Shouto’s heart sank.

“What?! Are you sure about that, Kacchan- I mean, Dynamight?” Midoriya’s voice was laced with concern, his brow furrowed. “We don’t know how indestructible that thing is!”

“It’s fine! My whole body’s drenched in sweat! I can make explosions in there as much as I want. I’ll blast him from inside out, trust me!” Katsuki insisted, his fiery spirit unwavering.

But Shouto couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding that settled in his gut. “Katsuki, wait,” he called out his name, not even realizing he didn’t call him by his hero name, a reminder of how personally he feels about this.

He steps closer to him, his voice steady yet urgent. “Midoriya’s right, we don’t know how tough that Nomu is. What if it doesn’t work? You could get trapped in there in your own explosions.”

Katsuki shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “I’m not gonna let that thing escape! Your ice doesn’t work on it and we could barely leave a fucking scratch. The only vulnerable thing I’m quite certain on is the inside of its body. We need to do something!”

Shouto clenched his fists, a chill creeping into his veins. The Nomu was a monstrous force, and the thought of Katsuki willingly throwing himself into its gaping maw sent a wave of panic through him. He could already see the toll the fight was taking on his body— sweat-soaked and weary, every explosion drained him further.

“Look,” Shouto said, his voice low but firm. “What if I do it instead?”

But Katsuki’s resolve was like iron. “No, you will stay here and make sure the fucker stays in one place, got it? Don’t you dare try to stop me. Defeating this fucker might be the only thing that will help me get closer to finding the All For One wannabe bastard! So, you and Deku better cover me. You hear that, Deku?!” He blasts his forward, leaving Shouto to ponder the amount of dreadful possibilities.

As the monstrous Nomu lunged again, Shouto felt the weight of their situation pressing down on him. They had fought valiantly, but the odds were stacked against them. With every passing moment, he could feel the exhaustion creeping closer, threatening to overwhelm him as well.

Shouto stood at the center of the battlefield, his heart pounding in sync with the chaos unfolding before him. The Nomu loomed large, an embodiment of brute force and random quirks, its features twisted in a silent roar.

Bakugou Katsuki, ever the relentless warrior, had devised a daring plan: to infiltrate the creature's body and explode it from the inside. Shouto had always admired Katsuki’s audacity, but today, something felt off.

As Katsuki prepared to charge, Shouto's instincts kicked in. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

He watched as Midoriya’s Blackwhip lanced out, holding the Nomu’s massive jaw open while Shouto encased its limbs in ice, hoping to buy them precious seconds. Katsuki, a fierce fire in his eyes, was ready to unleash his full power.

But just as he lunged forward, a flicker of green light caught Shouto’s attention, emanating from the Nomu's eyes.

A chill ran down his spine. That glow felt ominous, as if it heralded something dire. Without a moment to think, his protective instincts surged to the forefront. He couldn’t allow Katsuki to risk himself like that, not when he sensed danger lurking beneath the surface.

“Wait, no! Katsuki!” Shouto shouted, his voice cutting through the din of battle.

He skated forward on a glide of ice, propelled by an urgency that drowned out rational thought. He reached out just in time, grabbing hold of Katsuki’s body as he engulfed him in a forceful embrace and yanking him away from the gaping maw of the Nomu.

“What the hell, Shouto?!” Katsuki barked, furious and bewildered, his confidence rattled by the sudden turn of events. He has his arms around Shouto, gripping the back of his shirt as he kept his eyes on the still encased Nomu being held back by Deku. He is getting farther and farther the more Shouto glides away. He struggled to escape his boyfriend’s hold on him, but Shouto’s grip was unyielding, fueled by an inexplicable need to keep him safe. “What the fuck are you doing, you bastard?! I was so close!!”

Before Shouto could respond, the Nomu broke free from the ice and Blackwhip, roaring with a primal fury that shook the ground beneath them. Shouto’s ice broke as he stumbled, pulling Katsuki into an awkward embrace, their bodies colliding as they fought for balance. He held Katsuki’s body close to him as he landed on his back.

The sound of the Nomu’s rage echoed around them, but all Shouto could focus on was the warmth of Katsuki pressed on top of him, an unintentional comfort of relief against the chaos.

“Let go of me, you idiot!” Katsuki snapped, but the urgency in his voice was mingled with a hint of confusion. He pulled back aggressively, Shouto releasing the tight hold of his arms around him.

Shouto sat up, despite pulling away from him, Katsuki still stayed on his lap. Shouto felt the heat radiating from Bakugo, a reminder of the explosive power that lay within, but the overwhelming instinct to protect him still coursed through Shouto’s veins.

Then, in a stunning twist, the Nomu’s form began to shimmer, green portals opening around it, one by one. The creatures all disappeared through the portals, its menacing presence dissipating as it vanished before their eyes, leaving the heroes bewildered and breathless.

Shouto released Katsuki, both of them standing up and stepping back as the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. He exchanged a glance with Midoriya, who looked equally perplexed. Whatever just happened, they hadn’t anticipated this outcome, and the feeling of unease tightened its grip on Shouto’s chest.

“What just happened?” Midoriya breathed, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of a Nomu or the Hollowman.

Shouto could only shake his head, still feeling the heat of Katsuki’s body against his own, the adrenaline of the moment fading into a heavy silence. He had acted on instinct, but the implications of what lay ahead were now more uncertain than ever.

All he knew was that he would do anything to protect his Katsuki, even if it meant defying their plans.

Shouto walked beside Katsuki, the weight of their failure pressing heavily on his chest. The familiar streets blurred past them, but he barely registered the sights. Instead, his mind replayed the mission over and over, each moment etched into his memory with a painful clarity. They had been so close. The Nomu had been within their grasp, but now it was gone, slipping away like sand through his fingers.

Midoriya had waved them goodbye, his ever-optimistic spirit failing to pierce through the cloud of dread that hung over Shouto. He could see it in Katsuki’s posture, the way his shoulders were tense and his fists clenched at his sides. Anger radiated off him in waves, and Shouto knew that they would have to face the fallout of their mission soon enough. Katsuki was furious, and rightfully so, but deep down, Shouto felt a stubborn sense of conviction about what he had done.

As they reached the door of their shared apartment, the air felt thick with unspoken words. The moment they stepped inside and the door clicked shut behind them, Katsuki turned on him.

“What the fuck was that back there, huh? What the hell were you thinking?!” he exploded, his voice echoing off the walls. “You let it get away! Because of you, we have no leads on the fucking villain!”

Shouto’s heart raced, but he stood firm, determined to defend his choice. “You were going to put yourself in danger, Katsuki. That Nomu was unpredictable. I couldn’t let you—”

“Couldn’t let me?!” Katsuki cut him off, his eyes blazing. “You think I care about a little danger? That Nomu was our only chance to find out where the fucking bastard is! We could’ve stopped more people from getting hurt!”

Shouto felt the burn of frustration rise within him, but he kept his voice steady. “And what if you had gotten hurt? What if it had swallowed you whole with no way out? I won’t risk your safety for a reckless plan!”

“Reckless?!” Katsuki sneered, his anger palpable. “It’s called taking a risk, you idiot! Heroes take risks! That’s what we signed up for! We can’t just play it safe! It’s been months! MONTHS! I’m empty-handed again!”

Shouto’s chest tightened at the truth of Katsuki’s words, but he couldn’t shake the certainty that had driven him to act. “I’d rather have you alive and angry than dead because of a stupid mistake. The mission wasn’t worth your life.”

For a moment, silence hung between them, thick with tension and unyielding emotions. Shouto's heart pounded in his ears as he fought to keep his resolve intact, even as he felt the sting of guilt creep in.

Katsuki’s expression wavered, a mix of rage and hurt flashing across his face. “Yes, it fucking is! If it’s to prevent it from causing more deaths and helping us find the main villain, then it’s fucking worth it! You think letting it walk free is the way to go? You think I wanted to walk home knowing we failed?”

“I know,” Shouto replied softly, the anger draining from his voice. “You hate that more than anything and I understand. But I just… couldn’t let you go through with your plan, Katsuki.”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened, “You’re an idiot. You’re so fucking-,” The tension in the air was thick enough to slice through. Katsuki’s voice, usually filled with explosive energy, now dripped with frustration.

"What you did was selfish! That plan, as dangerous as it fucking was, was a necessary risk we should’ve taken!!" He threw his hands up in exasperation, his body taut with anger. "It was so fucking stupid! If you had just followed my lead— fucking christ— just how difficult is it to just—,” Katsuki cut himself off and dragged his hand across his face out of anger and frustration. “FUCK!”

Shouto’s expression remained stoic, but inside he felt the sting of Katsuki’s words. "I’ll do it again if it means keeping you safe," he replied, his voice steady, though it trembled slightly with pent-up emotion.

Katsuki’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. "You think saying that’s going to make me feel better or something? You don’t get it, do you? You have no fucking idea how tired I am from all this! I’m the one digging for leads, fighting everyday, finding the fucking bastard appear everywhere just to destroy, destroy, and fucking destroy, and the second an opportunity comes, you’re just… what, what the fuck do you do, just hold me back!!”

Katsuki heavily pants and continued, “If you’re just going to be useless and prevent me from doing my job, then what the fuck are you even doing here?!"

Each word was like a dagger, piercing through Shouto’s sturdy facade. He had always respected Katsuki’s drive, his relentless pursuit of strength and justice, but hearing those harsh truths cut deeper than he expected. He knows that those words spoken in anger are impulsive lies and uncontrolled emotions just bursting altogether.

He can see it in Katsuki’s eye-bags and the way he moves as if he’s about to keel over. The exhaustion of the last five months hung over them, a cloud of disappointment and frustration that seemed to suffocate any remnants of love and companionship between them.

“Do you even realize how long it’s been?” Shouto’s voice cut through the air, sharper than he intended. “I’ve been taking care of you for months now, Katsuki. Months! And the whole time, it’s like you’re not even there.” The words tumbled out, laced with a mix of anger and hurt.

Katsuki’s expression shifting from confusion to irritation. “What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

Shouto took a step forward, his heart racing. “You’re always so busy training or working on your next big mission. I get it, you’re driven. But it feels like you’ve forgotten about us. About me.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.

“I understand that you have a villain to catch, but it frustrates me that you don’t make time for me or even for yourself!”

Katsuki’s brow furrowed, and he crossed his arms defensively. “I’m not forgetting anything! I’m just—”

“Busy?” Shouto interrupted, his voice rising. “I know you’re busy, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore the fact that we’re partners. We’re supposed to rely on each other, support each other.”

He took a deep breath, trying to rein in the anger that threatened to spill over. “I want to be there for you, but it’s hard when you act like I don’t exist. It’s like you don’t even see me anymore!”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Shouto could see the gears turning in Katsuki’s mind, the tension palpable between them.

"You don’t understand what it’s like… to fail over and over again. It’s so fucking exhausting! Can’t capture just one shitty Nomu, can’t stop a single fucking villain, leads turn out to be a fucking scam. It just goes ON and ON!” Katsuki exclaimed, his voice rising.

"I can’t afford to waste more time! I don’t want another repeat of what happened with Shigaraki and All for one! So, if you’re just going to keep messing things up like this, then maybe you should just leave! I don’t need you dragging me down!"

And with that, Shouto’s heart sank. The weight of Katsuki’s words settled heavily on his shoulders, and he felt a painful twist in his chest. His thoughts raced, searching for a way to respond, but the hurt was too raw, too immediate.

He’s angry. Angry at Katsuki for saying all of that, even though he knows he doesn’t mean any of it. He can already imagine the guilt eating through Katsuki after this and he knows he should stay. Despite the hurt and anger coursing through him, he chose to swallow it. Instead, he turned away, shifting his gaze to the floor, the resolve in his heart crumbling.

"Alright. I… I’ll give you some space," he said softly, the decision echoing in his mind as he made his way toward his room, each step heavier than the last.

He opened their closet and grabbed only a few clothes, some of them belong to Katsuki, the fabric feeling foreign in his hands as he tried to shake off the sting of their argument. He took his time, slowly folding his clothes, hoping that Katsuki would barge in and stop him from leaving.

He contemplated on what else to bring with him, but he settled on just clothes, it’s just for a couple of nights anyway… hopefully not more. He zips up his bag and walked out of the room. His legs suddenly feeling heavier every step he takes.

When he returned to the living room, Katsuki was standing there, silent and still, the fury in his eyes replaced by something unreadable. Shouto paused, taking in the sight of the love of his life, the tension between them now palpable and suffocating.

"I’ll stay with Natsu for now," he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. He didn’t look back, didn't linger for a response. Instead, he put his shoes on again and proceeded to open the door.

He twisted the doorknob, his hand gripping his bag as he prepares himself to leave. But before he could open the door, he felt a pull on the back of his left sleeve. He hesitated turning around, the overwhelming emotions of pain, anger, and dejection continued to suffocate him. Just facing Katsuki and seeing the face of the person he loves filled with anger and rage towards him causes his heart to ache.

But when he turns around, Shouto stood frozen, the world around him fading into a blur as he took in the sight before him.

Katsuki's usually fierce expression was marred by tears, the shimmering droplets gliding down his cheeks like tiny rivers. Each glistening tear caught the light, transforming his typically fiery features into something almost beautiful, vulnerable in a way Shouto had never seen before.

Katsuki's eyes were wide, glimmering with an intensity that was both heart-wrenching and captivating. The pinkish hue of his cheeks and nose contrasted sharply with the deep, smoldering anger that had been there moments before. His lips quivered slightly, the pouty shape of them trembling as he tried to form words, each syllable caught in the choke of his emotions.

“W-wait…” Katsuki pleaded, his voice wavering. But the words seemed to dissolve in the air, lost against the backdrop of Shouto’s racing thoughts. All he could focus on were those tears— each one an unspoken plea that pulled at something deep inside him.

“please I’m-!” Katsuki’s hands gripped Shouto’s shirt tightly, desperate and trembling, as if holding on for dear life. The intensity of his gaze cut through Shouto’s anger like a knife, leaving him stunned and speechless.

How could he be angry when Katsuki looked so heartbreakingly fragile, so raw?

The sight of his Katsuki, who has never cried in front of him before, being so vulnerable for the first time shattered Shouto’s heart.

The heat of his earlier frustration faded into the background, overshadowed by the urgency in Katsuki's tear-streaked face. There was no room for anger now; all that existed was the desperate need to comfort, to understand. Katsuki was crying, and it was as if the world had turned upside down.

“Don’t go… please,” Katsuki’s voice trembled, breaking through the fog in Shouto’s mind.

“Shouto” he shakily says his name. The sincerity in his tone, mixed with the vulnerability of his tears, struck a chord within Shouto. He felt his breath hitch in his throat, there’s panic suddenly coursing through him, the sight of Katsuki’s vulnerability taking him completely off guard.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, f-fuck…” Katsuki’s voice shake, his hand that grips Shouto’s sleeve tightly keeps trembling. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it, Sho please, please…”

Katsuki was saying something, his voice wavering as he struggled to articulate his feelings. But the words faded into a dull hum, drowned out by the overwhelming sight of his boyfriend’s anguish. The tremors in Katsuki's hands— those hands that were so often clenched into fists of determination— now gripped the fabric of Shouto's shirt, desperately anchoring him in place.

It was as if he feared the world would collapse if Shouto dared to step away.

With every sob that escaped Katsuki's lips, Shouto felt his anger dissipate like mist in the morning sun.

He should have been furious, they had fought, words had been exchanged, and tempers had flared. Yet, how could he maintain that anger when Katsuki was crying so prettily?

The sight was heart-wrenching and beautiful all at once, a raw display of emotion that tore through the walls Shouto had built around his heart when he was about to leave.

Shouto started walking closer, drawn in by the gravity of Katsuki's presence. As Katsuki's eyes shimmered with tears, Shouto’s resolve turned into an overwhelming need to stop more tears from flowing out of those beautiful ruby eyes. In that moment, Shouto knew he would do anything to keep Katsuki from crying like this again.

He gently cupped Katsuki’s face in his hands. “Hey, hey, sshhh, I’m not going, I’m not going,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing, breaking through the tumult of emotions swirling between them. “I promise I’m not.”

He wiped away the tears that streaked down Katsuki’s face with his thumb, his touch tender and careful. The warmth of his skin contrasted with the coolness of Katsuki's tears, and with each gentle stroke, he felt the tension begin to ease. Katsuki’s breath hitched, his gaze searching Shouto’s for reassurance, and Shouto leaned in closer, placing soft kisses against the edge of Katsuki’s eyes and the wetness of his cheeks.

“Please, don’t cry. I’m so sorry.” he murmured, feeling the weight of each word as if they were a promise. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.” The trembling in Katsuki's hands began to subside, and for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them enveloped in their quiet understanding.

In that intimate space, Shouto felt a deeper connection form between them, one that transcended anger and misunderstandings. He held Katsuki there, trying to stop him from crying some more, cherishing the fragile moment when vulnerability met tenderness, and the resolve to stay became stronger than any fight they could have.

With each kiss, each whispered apology, Shouto vowed to never, ever turn his back on Katsuki again.

How stupid was he to say all those things and to even think to leave him when he knows Katsuki didn’t mean any of what he said.

How could he think to leave when he knows that Katsuki won’t even take care of himself and would just drown himself in guilt and regret once he’s left alone.

That was irrational, that was the stupidest, most idiotic decision he has ever made. He suddenly felt anger and disappointment coursing through his veins. He can’t believe he just made Katsuki cry.

He . made . Katsuki . cry.

What an asshole.

He imagines slapping himself across the head.

Yeah. That’ll teach him.

The dim light of the room cast a soft glow around them, and Shouto stood close, his heart heavy as he cradled Katsuki’s face in his hands, the only sound that fills the silence is Katsuki’s sniffles. The warmth of his palms contrasted with the chill of Katsuki’s tears, which flowed freely down his cheeks. Shouto could feel the tremor in Katsuki’s voice as he spoke, each word laced with guilt and sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Shouto. I’m so fucking sorry.” Katsuki choked out, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions.

“I don’t mean any of it. I don’t! I’ve been so wrapped up in all this shit— that I— I know it’s not an excuse, but I- I didn’t—” Katsuki stuttered as his breath hitches, “fuck…” His bright, usually fiery eyes were clouded with regret, the usual spark dimmed by his self-reproach.

Shouto’s heart ached at the sight of Katsuki’s vulnerability. He gently wiped away more tears that streamed down his boyfriend’s face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. “I know, Katsuki,” he murmured softly, trying to soothe him. “You’ve been under a lot of pressure. I’ve been watching you work so hard.”

But Katsuki shook his head, “No, you don’t get it! You’re right, I should’ve made time for you. I should’ve been there for you! I couldn’t… I couldn’t even make time to send a freaking message! To just talk!” His words were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath.

“You deserve better than that.” Katsuki’s voice trembled.

Shouto’s grip tightened slightly as he searched Katsuki’s eyes. “And I don’t hold it against you. You’ve been doing your best, I could see that. That’s why I didn’t demand anything from you. I just wanted you to be okay.”

Katsuki looked down, his shoulders shaking as he swallowed hard against the knot in his throat. “Fuck… I- I’ll make it up to you,” he insisted, desperation lacing his tone. “Just… please don’t leave?”

Katsuki’s eyes suddenly widened, and a flicker of panic crossed his features. “I- I mean, if you want to end things, I get it. I won’t get mad. I’ve messed up too much.”

The fear in Katsuki’s voice pierced through Shouto, and he felt the weight of their unspoken worries. Shouto’s heart sank at the thought. “Katsuki, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “And stop blaming yourself. You didn’t mess up, you were just exhausted.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed, his expression faltered for a moment, revealing a hint of uncertainty. “You should be angry at me. You have every right to be.” He replied, his tone sharp despite the slight tremble in his voice, as if trying to push Shouto away with his words.

Shouto could see the internal struggle behind Katsuki’s fierce exterior, the tears not helping his case as he battled against what little pride he has. He caressed Katsuki’s cheeks with his thumbs and he smiled softly. “Well, I was… a little, but now I’m not. We both hurt each other. How could I hate you? I care about you a lot, Katsuki. I don’t want to lose you.” He replied, his own voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him.

Katsuki frowned as he sniffs, a few tears still hasn’t stopped flowing from his eyes. “I was a shitty boyfriend”

“No, you were not, don’t say that. How about this, let’s make a deal. If you need to focus on your missions, I won’t stop you. Just swear to me that you will at least make time for yourself. Eat meals with me and shower whenever you get home.” He says, his eyes burrowed in sadness as he lovingly looks at Katsuki.

“Watching the love of my life become an empty shell of a man is what’s hurting me.” Shouto smiled and caressed Katsuki’s face gently. “Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too. That’s all I ask.”

Katsuki’s expression softened slightly, uncertainty still lingering in his gaze. “You really mean that?” he asked, hope flickering like a candle flame in the darkness.

Shouto nodded, his thumb brushing against Katsuki’s cheek as he searched for reassurance in his boyfriend’s eyes. “I do. I’m here for you, no matter what. Whenever you feel overwhelmed, talk to me. I’ll even help make an excuse to your agency so you can take a break.”

The air in the small room felt heavy with the weight of unspoken words, but Shouto’s heart was lightening. He stood before Katsuki, watching as the sparks of determination flickered in his eyes, a fire that had always been there but had recently dimmed under the pressure of their shared challenges. Katsuki’s voice was firm yet laced with vulnerability as he promised, “Okay. Yeah, I- I can do that. I won’t let you down again, I promise.”

Shouto’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “You never did,” he replied softly, his voice steady and reassuring. Without a second thought, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Katsuki's waist, feeling the familiar warmth radiate from his boyfriend. The size difference between them was endearing, he missed this, Katsuki’s smaller frame fitting perfectly against Shouto’s solid build.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against Katsuki’s forehead, savoring the moment. The remnants of their previous mission lingered in the air, mingling with the comforting, sweet scent of Katsuki’s sweat. It was a familiar smell of the struggles, victories, and bond their shared. Shouto pressed his face into Katsuki's hair, inhaling deeply, feeling the comfort of familiarity wash over him.

Katsuki sighed, leaning his head against Shouto’s neck as if seeking solace. His voice was barely a whisper, yet it resonated deeply within Shouto. “By the way… you’re not useless,” he murmured, his breath warm against Shouto’s collarbone.

“And thank you… for being there.” Shouto’s heart swelled at Katsuki’s admission. He knew the burden Katsuki carried, the weight of his own expectations.

“I’m aware of what you’ve been doing when I’ve been busy, you know.” Katsuki continued, his tone shifting to one of sincerity. “I know you wipe me clean and tuck me in when I couldn’t. I see the food you make, even if it doesn’t always taste great. I appreciate it. I’m just… fuck, sorry I didn’t have the time to eat some of it.”

A fond smile tugged at Shouto’s lips as he remembered the meals he’d prepared, the experimental dishes that had sometimes gone awry. “It’s okay, I know you know,” he said gently, tilting Katsuki’s chin up so their eyes met. “Speaking of… I miss your cooking.”

Katsuki’s expression shifted, a mix of determination and warmth igniting in his gaze. “I’ll cook dinner this time,” he declared, a spark of his usual bravado returning.

Shouto couldn’t help but grin, the anticipation bubbling within him. “I can’t wait,” he replied, his voice filled with affection. “I love you.” He leaned in, capturing Katsuki’s lips in a soft kiss, one filled with warmth and promise.

Katsuki’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he shyly returned the sentiment. “I love you too,” he stammered, a shy smile breaking through his usual fierce demeanor.

Shouto sat quietly at the dining table, the warm light of the kitchen casting a soft glow around him. He watched Katsuki move with practiced ease, the way he chopped vegetables and stirred the contents of the frying pan. Their earlier argument felt like a distant memory now, the tension that had once filled the air dissipated, leaving behind a comfortable silence that wrapped around them like a familiar blanket.

He couldn’t help but admire the domestic scene unfolding before him. Katsuki had always been a force of nature, but in moments like this, when he was so engrossed in cooking, he appeared almost serene. The sway of his body as he moved about the kitchen drew Shouto’s eyes, each motion fluid and confident. There was something inherently captivating about him— his small waist, the way his shirt clung just enough to hint at the muscles beneath. Shouto felt a rush of possessiveness surge through him, a desire to hold him close, to anchor him in this moment.

The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board, the sizzling of food in the pan, and the occasional hum of a melody that escaped Katsuki’s lips filled the air, creating a symphony of domesticity that Shouto had missed. It made his heart swell, and he realized just how much he cherished these peaceful moments together.

Unable to resist any longer, Shouto stood up, his feet moving almost of their own accord. He approached Katsuki, who was so engrossed in his cooking that he didn’t notice until Shouto’s arms encircled his waist.

A smirk tugged at Katsuki’s lips, and he half-heartedly protested, recalling their past conversations about safety in the kitchen. “Oi, didn’t I tell you not to do that? It’s dangerous,” he said, though the fondness in his tone betrayed him.

Shouto leaned closer, burying his face against the warm skin of Katsuki’s neck. “I remember,” he murmured, not bothering to elaborate further. Instead, he tightened his grip, relishing the feeling of Katsuki’s body against his, the warmth radiating between them. It felt right, grounding, as if nothing else mattered in the world.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but a small smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, his annoyance melting away in the face of Shouto’s clinginess. He leaned back against Shouto, allowing himself a moment of indulgence before he returned to the task at hand. The food was finally done after a short while. He plated their meal, separating them onto two plates. He could only make a simple fried rice and soy garlic chicken, a quick meal just for tonight.

“Dinner’s ready,” he announced, turning slightly to glance at Shouto, who was still holding him tightly. Shouto reluctantly releases his hold on Katsuki and leaves a smooch on his cheek before heading to the dining table. Katsuki profusely blushed and glared at Shouto as he placed their dinner plates on the table.

The warm glow of the kitchen light enveloped Shouto as he took a bite of the fried rice, a symphony of flavors dancing on his tongue. It was simple comfort food, yet each mouthful felt like a celebration, a reminder of the many evenings spent together in this small space.

Across the table, Katsuki glanced up from his own plate, brow furrowing slightly as he watched Shouto. The way he was relishing each bite, the soft moans escaping his lips, was both amusing and endearing.

“It’s just fried rice, you know,” Katsuki said, trying to downplay the evident pleasure he found in cooking for Shouto. “Nothing special.”

But Shouto’s gaze softened, his mismatched eyes shining with affection. “No, it’s special to me,” he replied earnestly. “Whatever you cook is special. Besides, this is the most delicious fried rice I’ve ever tasted.”

Katsuki felt a warmth creep into his cheeks, a blush that he tried to suppress. “Shut up and finish your food,” he muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.

Shouto chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine, as he continued to eat. The atmosphere between them was light, filled with an unspoken connection that made the simple act of sharing a meal feel extraordinary.

Once they had finished their meal, Shouto stood, gathering the empty bowls and plates. “Leave the dirty dishes,” he said, grabbing Katsuki’s waist and pulling him closer. “I’ll wash them tomorrow.”

Katsuki looked surprised but didn’t protest as he felt Shouto’s arms wrap around him in a gentle embrace. He instinctively put his arms around Shouto’s neck, feeling the solid warmth. They swayed together, a quiet rhythm that felt both intimate and calming. Shouto pulled Katsuki even closer, lifting Katsuki slightly off the ground, and Katsuki found himself rising onto his toes, grumbling under his breath.

“Why are you so freaking tall?” Katsuki complained, a mock scowl on his face. “It’s pissing me off.”

Shouto chuckled, unfazed by Katsuki’s frustration. “Well, I love it,” he said softly, “I love that I can carry you like this.” And without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted Katsuki fully, cradling him effortlessly.

Katsuki gasped and wrapped his legs around Shouto’s hips, gazing down at him. Shouto’s hand found its way to Katsuki’s nape, his thumb brushing against the delicate skin behind his ear.

“I love that you fit perfectly in my arms.” Shouto murmured, his voice a soothing whisper. “I love how my hands can hold your lovely waist, I love that I can easily kiss your head without even leaning down. I love how you seek me for warmth every night and just bury yourself on my chest, it makes me feel like you’re relying on me to protect you, not just from the cold, but from the world.”

Shouto continued, his words flowing like poetry, each declaration wrapping around Katsuki’s heart like a warm blanket. As Shouto spoke, Katsuki felt his cheeks heat with every compliment, each one resonating deep within him.

When Shouto finally paused, he looked deep into Katsuki’s eyes and said, “For once in my life, I’m actually grateful for my father’s genes. Because just getting to hold you like this? It makes me feel alive. It’s like breathing again for the first time.”

Katsuki’s heart raced at the confession, his face flushing a bright crimson. With trembling hands, he cupped Shouto’s face and leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that spoke of longing and affection. As they explored each other’s mouths, it’s like the world faded away again, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.

When Katsuki pulled back, their lips barely parted, he looked into Shouto’s eyes. “And do you know what I feel like whenever you hold me?”

Shouto shook his head, his gaze flickering between Katsuki’s expressive eyes and the tantalizing curve of his lips.

Katsuki continued, “…like you love me. You hold me like you love me. I feel loved. I feel like I’m yours, and I am, Shouto. I am. But I… I don’t know what the fuck you’re still doing with someone like me.”

An unexpected glimmer of tears shone in Katsuki’s eyes, and Shouto’s heart twisted again. He noticed the emotional weight of Katsuki’s words, the amount of sadness putting him into a panic and confusion.

“Wait, what- Katsuki- Hey, hey, sshh,” he said gently, his hands instinctively tightening around Katsuki. “Katsuki, baby—”

But before Shouto could even utter words of comfort, Katsuki’s tears began to spill over, and he struggled to find his words, his voice breaking. “I’m— I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel unloved…”

At that, Shouto’s eyes widened, watching the tears streaming down Katsuki’s face. “What- no, no-” Shouto said, shaking his head as he brushed away the tears that fell down Katsuki’s cheeks. “Katsuki, you do! You make me feel loved! You always have.”

Katsuki has his eyes closed, his breath hitching. Shouto cradled Katsuki’s head, guiding him to rest against his neck. He feels Katsuki’s body trembled in his embrace, his tears wetting the fabric of Shouto’s shirt.

Navigating carefully, Shouto made his way toward the living room, his heart aching at the sight of Katsuki’s raw vulnerability. He pressed soft kisses along the curve of Katsuki’s neck, trailing upwards to his jawline, and then to his cheeks. Each kiss was a silent plea for comfort.

As they reached the sofa, Shouto lowered himself slowly, ensuring Katsuki remained secure in his arms. He settled with Katsuki straddling his lap, legs draped on either side of Shouto’s thighs. Katsuki grips Shouto’s shirt and buried his face against his neck, his cries growing more ragged as he sought refuge in the warmth of his boyfriend. Shouto’s heart swelled, a mix of tenderness and the need to protect flooding through him.

With steady hands, Shouto caressed Katsuki’s hair, fingers gently weaving through the strands as he continued to murmur quiet reassurances.

“I love you, Katsuki. And you love me. I know you do, do you hear me? I promise you, I never once felt like you didn’t love me in return.” The words were a lifeline. Shouto hopes it’ll reach Katsuki’s heart.

Shouto feels an overwhelming concern over Katsuki. He had thought it was over, but he should’ve known. He should’ve known that this was going to happen. Four years of being together had taught him to read the subtle cues of Katsuki’s emotions— the flicker of his eyes, the tightness in his jaw, the way he carries himself as if there’s a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Katsuki was a paradox of strength and vulnerability. To the world, he was a fierce,  unstoppable spear, a hero who charged headfirst into danger without a second thought. But behind closed doors, Shouto had come to see the man who wrestled with regret and guilt. Katsuki cared deeply, loved fiercely, yet if often given the choice, he was never one to let those feelings spill over into the light. Instead, he built walls, brick by brick, around the tender parts of himself, convinced that showing vulnerability was a weakness he could not afford.

As Katsuki continued to sob on his shoulder, Shouto felt a familiar ache in his chest. He knew all too well how Katsuki is, the way he would bury his emotions until they threatened to suffocate him.

There were nights when Katsuki would lie beside him, staring at the ceiling, lost in memories that haunted him. The fight he lost against Shigaraki, the dark recesses of his death, the guilt of past mistakes, the people he has failed to save and the sorrow of every victim’s families. It would gnaw at him, each recollection a weight that pulled him deeper into despair. Shouto would reach out, a gentle hand on his shoulder as he pulled Katsuki in his embrace.

Katsuki loved so fiercely, and yet it was a love wrapped in thorns. He would do anything for those he cared about, but sometimes, expressing that love was a challenge for him. He often resorted to brash words and rough gestures, masking his affection with a facade of anger or indifference. Shouto had learned to see through that guise, to catch the soft glimmer in Katsuki’s eyes when he thought no one was watching, the way his lips curled ever so slightly when he thought of Shouto’s happiness.

But there were also days when the weight became too much, when the dam would break. Shouto had seen Katsuki fall apart in ways that shattered the image of the invincible hero.

The first time it happened, Shouto had been taken aback by the rawness of Katsuki's emotions. He didn’t cry, no, but his shoulders shook with every deep breaths of unexpressed sorrow. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, a glimpse into the soul of the boy who always fought so hard to keep everything inside. In those moments, Shouto understood that Katsuki was not just a hero in battle but also a hero in his own emotional struggle.

Four years had taught Shouto patience and compassion. He learned to navigate the labyrinth of Katsuki’s heart, to gently coax out the feelings he kept buried. Sometimes, it took nothing more than a shared silence, a quiet moment of understanding just to let Katsuki know he was not alone. Shouto would sit with him, shoulder to shoulder, letting the weight of unspoken words and the sound from the television fill the space between them until Katsuki felt safe enough to let go of his defenses, if only just a little.

As he watched Katsuki now, Shouto felt a surge of determination. The soft hitch of Katsuki’s breath and the occasional tremor that passed through him signaled the aftermath of his tears. Shouto gently ran his fingers through Katsuki’s spiky hair, murmuring soft shushes as he held him close, trying to provide the comfort that Katsuki so desperately needed.

As Katsuki's sobs began to subside, Shouto seized the opportunity to cradle Katsuki's face, gently tilting it away from his neck. He looked into Katsuki's tear-streaked eyes, concern etched on his features as he reached up to wipe away the remnants of his boyfriend's tears.

“Katsuki,” he began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. “You might not realize it, but you do so much for me.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism on his face, but Shouto pressed on, undeterred. “You make me feel like I can face anything. It’s not just the way you push me to be better, though that’s certainly part of it. You challenge me, and you don’t let me settle for anything less than my best. You make me want to improve, not just for myself but for us.”

Katsuki’s expression softened, and Shouto continued, “You’ve always been there when I needed you. Like that time I was struggling with my training, and you stayed late to help me practice my new move. You didn’t have to, but you did it because you believed I could do better.”

He paused, letting the memory linger. “And then there was the time I was feeling overwhelmed after a particularly hard day visiting my family and Touya. You didn’t just brush it off or tell me to toughen up. Instead, you listened. You let me vent, and you held me until I calmed down. That meant more to me than you know.”

Katsuki’s gaze softened further, and Shouto felt a warmth spreading through his chest. “You also remember the little things. Like how you always bring me my favorite snacks after a long day or how you make sure I get enough rest, even if it means nagging me. You care in ways that are so personal, and it makes me feel understood.”

He caressed Katsuki’s cheek and wiped the remnants of his tears. He then locked eyes with Katsuki, who seemed to be absorbing his words. “And let’s not forget the way you stand up for me. You don’t let anyone talk down to me or underestimate me or disrespect me. You’re my biggest supporter, even when I doubt myself.”

Katsuki’s cheeks flushed slightly, and Shouto couldn’t help but smile. “You might not always say it, but your actions speak volumes. You show me every day just how much you care. It’s those gestures that make me feel loved.”

Katsuki’s glistening eyes widened, “But I-“ he started, but Shouto cut him off gently.

“I know you don’t always express it in words,” Shouto said, his eyes locking onto Katsuki’s, “but I feel it in everything you do. You make me feel like I matter.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, the weight of Shouto’s words hanging in the air. Katsuki’s gaze softened, and Shouto could see the myriad of emotions swirling within him.

“But you said- you said I made you feel like you don’t exist… like you’re invisible…” a shadow crossed Katsuki’s features, his mind flickering back to a moment that had stung them both. He recalled the fight they'd had when Shouto, in a fit of frustration, had said that Katsuki made him feel unseen. The words had cut deep, and for a moment, he felt the burn of that hurt resurface.

Shouto must have sensed the shift, for he shook his head, his expression earnest. "It was out of impulse," he quickly clarified, his voice firm yet soothing. "I’m so sorry, Katsuki, for saying that. Yes, I was sad because you were so busy, and I was missing you. But I understand, baby, I do. You were just doing your job, and believe me when I say that I don’t hold that against you."

Katsuki’s heart softened at Shouto’s reassurance. He had worried that the harsh words had created a chasm between them, but here was Shouto, steadfast and understanding. "I just... want you to know you’re not invisible to me," Katsuki mumbled, a weight seemed to lift from the air around them.

Shouto’s expression softened, and he reached out, caressing Katsuki’s cheeks with gentle fingers. “I know,” he replied, his voice low and soothing. “So don’t cry anymore, please.” Katsuki felt the warmth of Shouto’s touch, the way it soothed the tumultuous emotions swirling within him. “I hate seeing you cry, even though you’re so pretty like this, with your eyes all glistening.”

Katsuki’s cheeks flushed, a deep crimson blooming across his face at the compliment. “You idiot,” he murmured, a playful scowl breaking through the remnants of his sadness.

The tension in the room shifted, and before he could think twice, he leaned forward, capturing Shouto’s lips in an intimate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken feelings, of honesty and vulnerability.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and slightly dazed, Katsuki found his voice again. “I love you,” he whispered, the words spilling out with a sincerity that made Shouto’s heart swell.

A smile blossomed on Shouto’s face, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “I love you too, Katsuki.” The words hung in the air, a promise and a comfort all at once, and they melted into another kiss, deeper this time, as if they were sealing their unbreakable bond.

After a moment, Shouto pulled away slightly, his brow furrowing in thought. “Should we go to bed?” he asked, his voice a gentle murmur.

Katsuki nodded, a hint of drowsiness in his eyes. Without hesitation, Shouto lifted Katsuki effortlessly, cradling him by the thigh and waist. Katsuki wrapped his arms around Shouto’s neck, his legs instinctively finding a home on either side of Shouto’s hips.

With careful precision, Shouto placed Katsuki on the bed before joining him in the soft embrace of the sheets. Instantly, Katsuki moved closer to bury his face in Shouto’s neck, the familiar scent of him calming the remnants of Katsuki’s earlier turmoil. He hugged Shouto’s torso tightly, seeking the safety of his warmth as usual.

Shouto wrapped his arm around Katsuki’s waist, pulling him closer as he buried his face in Katsuki’s hair, inhaling the comforting scent that felt like home. In this moment of stillness, Shouto felt an overwhelming rush of affection, a warmth that spread through him like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Shouto lay still for a while, his gaze drifting down to where Katsuki is curled against him in a peaceful slumber. The faint rise and fall of his chest was a comforting rhythm, a stark contrast to how unstable his breathing was when he was crying.

Shouto let his fingers lightly brush through Katsuki’s spiky blond hair, marveling at how someone so fiery could also bring him such peace and security. He thought of all the battles they had fought and the arguments that had tested their patience, including what had unfolded a few hours ago. Each experience had only deepened his affection for Katsuki, reinforcing the belief that their connection was that indomitable.

As he watched the soft rise and fall of Katsuki's breath, Shouto felt a sense of clarity wash over him. Whatever trials awaited them, whatever darkness might loom in the distance, they would navigate it together. Their understanding of one another was a language only they spoke. Forgiveness also came easily between them, a testament to their willingness to grow and adapt, to learn from their missteps.

In this cocoon of warmth and quiet, Shouto realized that as long as they continued to choose each other, to communicate, to nurture what they had, there was nothing they couldn't endure. He felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips as he closes his eyes. 

With a gentle sigh, Shouto leaned his head against Katsuki and breathe in the caramel scent of his hair, letting the calm of the moment envelop him. He would protect this, cherish it, and carry it with him as a beacon through whatever storms might come.

For in Katsuki, he had found not just a partner, but a home.