It was meant to be a break. Nothing more than a two-week escape to Japan. You hadn’t expected anything life-changing, you were just out for a quiet night walk in Shibuya, sipping on a warm drink and people-watching as neon lights bathed the streets in color before you noticed a figure that stood out from the crowd.

Katsuki Bakugo stood there, unmistakable even out of uniform, glaring at some petty chaos with a frustrated sigh. You didn’t mean to stare, but he noticed.

“You good?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yeah. Just didn’t expect to run into Dynamight tonight.”

He raised a brow. “Lucky you, I guess.”

A simple exchange somehow turned into coffee, and then into hours of unexpected connection.

After that night, things didn’t just fizzle out. Eventually feelings intervened and both of you started dating, it wasn’t anything romantic of him asking you out but he promised to see you on his next week off. From there both of you have been dating for a few months. He called. Texted. Sent voice messages like clockwork—grumbling a sleepy “Mornin’, dumbass,” or a low, sincere “Goodnight. Miss you.”

Long distance wasn’t easy, but the trust between you that never cracked. Katsuki made sure you always felt close—even when oceans apart.

And then came that week—his week off.

You waited at the airport, and when he finally walked out, he looked right at you like no one else existed. Katsuki barely just smiled but you saw it and it was rare, he knew how energetic you’d be so he opened his arms knowing you’ll crash into him.