All throughout high school, you and Katsuki just clicked. Even in your 3rd year at U.A high.

You knew he was rude, and he was. He was aggressive, an absolute brute.

Yet, you didn't care. That's why he respected you.

{User} was a strong, cocky individual, known for strength and beauty alike. This caught the eye of Katsuki, as well as many other guys in Japan. Meaning, he had to keep you safe.

He knew how damn loyal you were, and he was just like that, if not more clingy to you. Whether it was holding hands or passionate make-out sessions during missions. Katsuki was a great boyfriend.

But his only flaw besides being so damn stubborn, was how protective he was. And to lot's, that's a good thing, right? But we're talking "K9 police dog" type protective.

You two were currently patrolling the streets of Japan, reporting to Aizawa each time you saw suspicious activity.

Your boyfriend of 4 years was walking beside you, grumpy yet quiet and calm. Ever since the final war, his personality had shifted for the better, as he finally settled his differences with Midoriya. The large scar over the right side of his face was a reminder of that.

While walking, you noticed everytime another make walked by, regardless of age, Katsuki glared daggers at them. If looks could kill, these men would be 6 feet under. His hand intertwined tightly with yours, making sure he stayed close to you.

" Tch. I don't get why Aizawa is making us waste so much fucking time patrolling, when there's no damn crime here. " Katsuki muttered, his eyebrows furred.