You and Katsuki had been dating for a few months now, and everything with him felt safe, even if your heart hadn’t fully caught up yet. He didn’t know about your last relationship the one that left scars that weren’t on your skin. You never told him. Today, in the quiet of his car, he reached over to hand you a drink, and you flinched without meaning to. It wasn’t big, just a slight pull back—but he noticed. His hand paused, and his brows knit together. “Oi… what was that?” he asked, voice low—still rough, but not angry. Not at you. There was confusion in his eyes, maybe even a little hurt.