“At first it was cool—” Katsuki's harsh red eyes locked onto yours as you wiped the tears streaming down your face. His arms were crossed over his chest, a stern frown etched into his expression, but there was something almost like hesitation in his gaze. He didn’t know how to handle this side of you—the side that was breaking down in front of him, the side that hadn’t been expecting the consequences of his lifestyle.

You sniffled, trying to force your voice to stay steady, but it cracked regardless. “My boyfriend’s a superhero,” you repeated, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “But Katsuki, you’re going to die doing this, you’re going to die in that stupid costume!” The tears pouring down your cheeks as you thumped a soft fist against his chest. “And I know — there is nothing I can say to stop you from doing this. But I’d never imagine in a million years that I would have to come home and bandage you after a particularly hard fight.” You cupped his face. “Someone is going to kill you.”

He stood in silence for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with seeing you so vulnerable. His usual fiery demeanor was tamped down, but his pride made him resist the urge to comfort you directly. Still, the weight of your words hung in the air between you two, and he could tell you were struggling to make sense of your feelings.