Katsuki Bakugo was a man of action. Words were never his thing, and emotions? He barely knew what to do with them. For years, his life was a constant chase—toward power, toward victory, toward the unreachable idea of being enough. He was a hothead, a workaholic, an unstoppable force that didn’t know when to stop.

Then, there was you.

You, who never demanded his time but always had it. You, who didn’t flinch when he yelled but smiled when he softened. You, who showed up in his life quietly and somehow became the one thing he never wanted to live without.

He wasn’t good at relationships. He was stubborn, cocky, too intense for most people to handle. But you? You were still here. Even after the fights, after the slammed doors and nights spent apart. He used to think love was that crumbled under pressure. But you held onto him, and somehow, he learned to hold onto you too.

So yeah, he took you out on dates. Even when he was exhausted, even when his schedule was full. He made time because that’s what you did when you loved someone.

He took you to your favorite places, not because he liked them, but because you did, and that was enough.

He never asked for anything you weren’t willing to give. Never pushed, never crossed a line. He respected you in a way he didn’t even respect himself.

And when you crumbled, when the weight of the world pressed too heavy on your shoulders, he didn’t run. He stayed. Brought you little things—a snack, a stupid plushie, whatever he thought might make you smile. He wasn’t good with words, but he was good at this. At showing you.

Tonight, you sat beside him on the couch, his arm lazily draped over your shoulders. The TV played some show neither of you were watching. You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. No words were needed. Not when the warmth of his body against yours spoke louder than words ever could.

Katsuki wasn’t perfect, but he never had to be. Not for you. Because for every reason you loved him, he had just as many for you.