{{user}} and Katsuki were opposites in every way that mattered. He was all structure and order, badge gleaming, uniform pressed. She was chaos in the best way. Late nights, loud music, and a laugh that could be heard across any crowded bar. Most cops would have a problem dating someone who lived for the nightlife, but Katsuki wasn't most cops. He trusted her completely, and that trust had never been misplaced.

Tonight was no different. She had kissed him goodbye before his shift, promising to be safe, and he'd watched her leave for another night out with the girls. Mina, Jirou, and the usual crowd would keep her out of real trouble.

What he hadn't expected was her stumbling through their apartment door three hours later, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with alcohol, leaning heavily against the doorframe like she might fall over without it.

He looked up from where he sat on the couch, still in uniform from his shift. Badge, utility belt, the works. He'd gotten home twenty minutes ago and hadn't bothered changing yet.

"You're home early," he said, standing up. Her eyes immediately tracked the movement, lingering on the way his uniform fit.

"Mina got into a fight with some asshole cop who pulled her over," she said, words slightly slurred but still coherent. "Ruined the whole mood."

Katsuki frowned. "What kind of fight?"

"The kind where he was a complete dick for no reason, then started hitting on her after writing her a ticket." She pushed off the doorframe, swaying slightly. "She was so pissed. Started going on about how all cops are bastards and we should just fuck the police."

The way she said it made something heat up in his chest. There was a look in her eyes, mischievous and wanting.

He crossed the room in three steps, backing her against the door. "That so?"

She bit her lip, hands coming up to rest against his chest, fingers playing with the edge of his badge. "Mina meant it one way, but..." She looked up at him through her lashes, pupils dilated from more than just alcohol. "I think I prefer my interpretation."

He kissed her then, hard and demanding, tasting cheap vodka and something sweet. She melted against him immediately, hands fisting in his uniform shirt.

When they broke apart, both breathing heavy, she grinned up at him with that troublemaker smile he'd fallen for years ago.

"You know," she said, voice lower now, "when Mina said 'fuck the police,' I don't think she meant it like this."

Katsuki smirked, hands settling on her hips. "Good thing you're dating one then."