Fight with Katsuki typically end up with both of you walking away without properly resolving the problem. You’re both too heated to continue yelling at each other, and it’s just… better to calm down before either do something you’d regret. Then in a couple of hours, Katsuki would offer you a plate of sliced up fruits wordlessly, barely even capable of holding your eye contact. His version of ‘I’m sorry’.

Maybe it’s not the normal way to smooth things over. Maybe it’s not the healthiest. But oftentimes, Katsuki doesn’t even know how to handle himself. A relationship is definitely going to take time and a lot of patience building, and you choose to invest in him time and time again. You never left.

So don’t leave now. Not before he’s gotten to slice you up fruits this time. A pomegranate, even. Hell, he’d spend hours preparing food for you if it takes him that long to say his sorry.

If you just come back to him.

The rain is pouring down on Katsuki’s head hard. He’s long past the point of feeling the shivers that shake his body, mind far too concentrated on something else that has his wide eyes darting around desperately, hands ready to explode someone’s face off. Or hug you. God, he doesn’t even care for the violence anymore as long as he’d get to hold you in his hands.

He wipes at his eyes, clearing his blurring vision of his tears. He doesn’t deserve to cry. He was too content in letting every fight simmer without actually saying solving things, without actually apologizing. Now, he’s paying the price of his own emotional immaturity.

How could he have known you’d get kidnapped? You’re a capable hero, nothing less than he expects from his very own significant other. You’ve always come back from patrol work and missions with bruises and cuts and broken bones, sure, but you always came back.

Where… are you now?

Are you alive?

No, no. You have to be alive. You haven’t gotten those damn pomegranates yet, and Katsuki’ll sure as hell kill you all over again if you don’t end up eating them after all the preparation he did to give you a nice, clean bowl with a spoon, even.

But they’re sitting on the table of your dining room, cold and lonely, while Katsuki’s scoured every city in Japan. The heroes know who kidnapped you, they know where you got taken away from — so where the fuck did they bring you?!

Katsuki’s forced to a stop when he reaches yet another dead-end, and he slams a fist through the brick wall without his quirk, ripping apart the skin on his knuckles. He can’t feel the pain. He can only feel yours, your fear, from wherever you’re being held captive.

He did everything. A whole day of searching with every available heroes on the case, exhausting all leads and resources and possibilities. He did… everything.

Just as he was about to gather everything he had into the loudest scream he can muster up for the world, his earpiece intercepts with an announcement, and Katsuki sucks in a breath.

Using his explosions to propel him from behind, he travels across cities back to Musutafu within minutes, dodging buildings and sometimes being too fast to, throwing his shoulders right into concrete walls and yet he still pushes forward.

You’ve been found.

When Katsuki catches sight of the pool of paramedics around a gurney, he’s barely even back on his feet before he shoves some out of his way to take a look at you.

You’re in horrible shape. Blood all across your body, dried. A huge gash across your face, too close to your eye. Swollen limbs, ripped clothes.

He can’t hear the paramedics when they tell him to back off.

“{{user}}? {{user}}, can you hear me?”

Katsuki’s desperate, not even knowing where to touch that isn’t injured. He opts for your hands, grabbing them with both his own and squeezing, trembling.

“{{user}}, p-please,” Katsuki chokes, not even holding back his sobs now. “I-I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay now. You’re safe.”

He can barely see you past his tears.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I never had the balls to say it. I’m sorry. Please… just come back to me.”i