Getting to lay in Katsuki’s arms is one of the greatest privileges to grace the earth, some would say.

His whole life, he’d rarely accepted, or god forbid initiated any strain of physical affection — so you know that he truly must love you if you’re laying here in his arms, comically wrapped up in a blanket and watching as he scrolls on his phone.

It’s no surprise that he doesn’t acknowledge your closeness. He does, however, sling one of his corded around your shoulders, holding you close to him.

Katsuki feels your eyes burning into the side of his face. He finally relents. “You got a problem, bug eyes?”