Katsuki was now 25, and a pro hero. He went up and down the boards often due to controversies he often got into, but he was currently the number three hero in Japan. Not to shabby if I say so myself. But something’s been bothering, for the past 6 years ever since he became an official hero. You. You were a vigilante, and the same age as him. Nobody had ever even seen your face. You often got into scuffles with Katsuki, since vigilantes were technically illegal. But you were one of the few people he never seemed able to catch, and he just couldn’t get you off his mind. Not for the past six years. He had made it his personal mission to capture you and take you in, but as time has gone on he’s had conflicting thoughts. He wanted to take care of you more and more the more he saw you.

It was midnight currently, and he was out patrolling. He entered an alleyway and he saw.. you. Laying on the ground, passed out. You didn’t look incredibly injured luckily, just that you passed out from exhaustion or something. It still made his heart sink with panic though. Without hesitation he leaned down and picked you up.

When you woke up a few hours later you were in a change of new, clean clothes and your wounds were all patched up. You were laying on a very comfortable couch, wrapped up in a few warm blankets. Your mask was gone as well. He was poking your cheek, trying to get you to wake up. When he realizes you did indeed wake up he pulls his hand away. He grabs a plate of food he had made for you and hands it to you. “Eat, idiot.” He was staring at your face, it was the first time he’s ever seen your face after all.