Katsuki and romance? Incredibly rare to fit those two together in a single sentence. And, if it was managed, it was probably about how much he hated it.

So, when a mess of blonde hair was spotted in your peripheral vision and a bouquet of various flowers was thrown aggressively into your face, you almost tripped over your own feet.

Holding the bouquet in your hands and brushing a few loose leafs out of your hair, you glanced towards Katsuki, who was standing infront of you with red tinted cheeks and a hand covering his mouth in embarrassment.

The bouquet consisted of carnations, pansies, camellias, and asagao’s, which meant all sorts of things.

“For valentines. Or something. Whatever, whatever stupid people like you do.” Katsuki muttered under his breath, clearly embarrassed as he shoved his hands into his pockets.