Katsuki wasn’t a lover. He didn’t do romance and he certainly wasn’t soft around the edges. It wasn’t in his nature to melt on the inside, to get that gooey feeling or find that need to better himself for another person’s sake. Gentle and sweet just wasn’t his prerogative and anyone could tell from a good five minutes spent with him.

There’s just no way to justify that flutter in his chest that you give him. Winter is easily his least favorite season, especially since the weather fucks with his quirk and his performance. No one wants to be cold and snotty and stuck in their homes from being snowed in.

Somehow, none of that seems so bad as he watches you walk ahead of him on the icy sidewalk, bundled up in a puffer jacket and white fuzzy earmuffs to protect your ears from the freezing temperatures. It was a goddamn standstill straight from a hallmark winter special and cheesy as all hell but really, it was a sight to see.

How is he supposed to be himself when someone like you makes him act so out of character?