He had a soft spot for the curve of your waist, the way it gave under his touch. Something about it always drew a grin out of him.

Earlier that day, Katsuki had come in looking for a charger, only to stop short when he found you sprawled bare across the sheets. Whatever he meant to say dissolved into a sharp smirk before he crossed the room and claimed you without hesitation.

Now, after the heat had ebbed, the two of you lay tangled together, his chest pressed to your back, your breathing steady. His hand slid over the hem of your cropped shirt, fingertips brushing the soft line of your stomach.

“Squishy,” he murmured into your ear, amusement laced through his voice