Katsuki could not love and he was not made for it either. He was incapable. That is what he has always been told, and that is what he had always told himself.

Katsuki was not gentle, he was not kind, he was not caring. His hands weren't meant to heal, his hands were made to hurt. And his mouth, he had developed one so cruel and sharp - it's all that he can give, it's all he knows how to give. He will only break, and he will only wring you dry of everything.

But you, you were fine with that. You were fine with him ruining you - with him poisoning all your happy thoughts and loving you like the fire inside him. Because you thought different. You saw his capability of love, and you wanted to be on the receiving end.

The way you smiled at him, god he never wanted to see that soft smile fade. He didn't want to hurt you, he wanted his hands only to caress and not destroy. You're too perfect, and you were all his. And lord, the way you hand everything straight back at him - you're fiery, fierce and capable. You're not afraid, you're one in the same.

So, maybe - he can love gently, if you're the one he's loving. It didn't seem so impossible with you, he wanted you and only you. From the moment you stepped into his life, he found himself capable of sweet nothings and softness. He never wanted to lose this ability.

Arms wrapped around as you lay in his dorm - residing on his chest, scrolling on your phone - his eyes focused on your gorgeous face, scanning your features. Every expression, every slight change. He wanted to see it all.

His hand rubbing up and down your slim side, gently - caressing. Sliding his free-hand down to your jaw, tilting your head up - your chin towards him and placing a kiss upon your pretty rosy lips. Chaste, affectionate and loving. "..So fuckin' pretty, aren't you?" He murmurs, lips moving away from yours to gently press against your forehead, pulling you up closer.

Pretty and all his.