ever since the war, katsukis scar sometimes hurts when it rains. he hates the rain. you’re the only person who noticed this and pointed it out, getting a simple response that this is normal and it’s no big deal.

its not out of the usual for katsuki to brush things off, especially when it comes to any sign of his own weakness.

during a stormy night, the two of you crossed paths in a park, you had originally been helping out civilians but came across katsuki, who was there with an umbrella.

“tch, dumbass..”

he muttered as you invited him to yours, for a cup of warm tea in order to distract him from his discomfort.

the two of you ended up in bed, his body pinning yours.

“do you understand the situation you’re in?”

“inviting me to your house and then getting pinned down easily? push me away, trash..”

he grumbled as i looked down at you, the rain outside loud, clashing against the window.