It had been a few days since you last spoke to Katsuki—he was getting worried. You were never one to ghost. Even if you were, why would you ghost Katsuki? Wasn’t he amazing?

Katsuki got out of the gym that afternoon and stopped by the store on his way home. Noticing some flowers, he picked out the ones he knew were your favorites. Not because he wanted to make an effort, but because it was convenient. Right?

He stood, now, late at night, in front of your door, bouquet in hand, waiting for you to answer.