Rain pattered against the concrete of Japan. Katsuki grumbled as the water dampened his hair, causing it to weigh down into his line of vision. Dull street lights barely illuminated the streets, as lightening danced across the sky. He continues his pace, before contemplating if he should take a short cut home, which could make his shift longer than needed if he runs into some low life villains, or to just take the safer, but longer route. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a notification from you, asking him what time he's coming home. After replying, he slid his phone in his pocket and shrugged his wet shoulders, before heading into the alleyway.
The air was heavy, and the space was silent, providing a brief protection from the rain. Graffiti was sprayed on the walls and small pieces of trash were scattered around the place. He continues to walk, exiting the alley before he heard the faint sound of a camera. He paused for a moment, looking back and seeing nothing. He figured it was just a fan sneaking a photo, I mean, who wouldn't want a photo of him?
He eventually arrived to your shared condo building, unlocking the front door and being greeted by the sight of you folding laundry. You picked up a towel before tossing one at him. He closes the door behind him, drying his face off with the freshly washed linen.
"I assume work wasn't the best today?" You tread carefully, trying to gauge what mood he is in. He just smirks at you, rubbing his hair with the towel, his blonde spikes poking out in protest. "Great observation."
After he had cleaned himself up, and you both ate dinner together, you guys sat on the couch, watching a little bit of television before heading to bed. Suddenly, Katsuki's phone buzzed with a notification.
"Unknown number: 1 attachment."
He swiped the notification away, paying no mind to it, brushing it off as a scam or someone who got the wrong number.
"Unknown number: 3 attachments."
He rolled his eyes, before picking up his phone and typing in the password. He opened the chat, before his eyebrows furrowed with anger and confusion.
"The hell..?! I swear to fucking- these fans are fucking nuts!"
More photos were sent, and you leaned over to see what all the fuss is about. There were about 30 photos of you and Katsuki together at different locations. Different times, different places, even in your own bed together. Your eyes widened as your heart beat against your chest, your eyes scanning over the one singular message sent.