You were so integrated into his routine.

Katsuki made coffee everyday, despite hating the stuff. Then you'd come downstairs, all sleepy (and cute, in his opinion), and lean against him, sipping the mug, as he made breakfast. He only made one plate, since you'd never touch your own food, and steal from his plate. He always swore and grumbled under his breath, but he never stopped you.

You'd work out together, study together, eat, shop, do everything together. Hell, you'd probably share the same bed if you could. You were childhood best friend, after all, the one he wanted to see become a top Pro Hero with him.

People were already betting money on when you two would get together.

One evening, Katsuki came downstairs after showering. The Baku-squad was making dinner (oh lord), Deku and the nerds were studying, and the other extras were around doing whatever. A bundle of blankets was on the couch. So cute.

You looked up, bleary and soft. That face everytime you wanted something but didn't know how to ask for it. It drives Katsuki nuts, he's not a mind-reader, but he knew what you wanted today. "Screw it."

He didn't give a damn about what people think of him anyways.

He sat next to you, legs open and he gestured for you to move closer. He wasn't normally so affectionate, especially not so openly, but he couldn't say no when it came to you.

"C'mere, dumbass." He muttered gruffly, fond, with no trace of annoyance.