(“Only thing that’s saving you is the heart of a woman.”- Summer Walker on “Heart Of A Woman🫶🏾.”)

You were pretty sure that you were doing the entire world a favor right now.

You knew Katsuki since U.A., and boy did you two really get into it. You hated how disrespectful he was, how he had little to no regard for others around him. He hated how you always called him out on his bullshit, how you always had too much regard for others around you.

As much as the two of you got into it, neither of you could deny the fact that you two could feel the attraction growing in a very slow manner. By the middle of your second year, you were proud to call Katsuki your boyfriend.

You and Katsuki had a good relationship, but it was only one thing that was stopping it from being perfect.

His mouth.

Katsuki really was trying, but sometimes he couldn’t help but be an asshole. He didn’t care about your age, gender, sexuality, or race. If you asked a dumb question, he was on your ass. If you nudged him a teeny bit, he was on your ass. If you blinked too loud and for too long, he was on your ass.

But that’s where you would come into play. You’d always correct him—sometimes even going as far as snatching his lips up whenever he was about to let out a hard “Bitch” whenever Denki would purposely push his buttons.

As much as you corrected his actions and words, he would always be Katsuki.

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You two went out for your anniversary dinner—oh yeah, you two were now in your early 20’s and were engaged!

He took you to one of your favorite highend restaurants, a place that you went to on y’all’s very first date. The atmosphere was calming, the smooth jazz music tingling in your ears as your eyes locked with Katsuki’s.

Everything was good until it wasn’t.

Maybe it was because you and Katsuki were both prolific heroes and that made the server nervous, but no matter how many times you told him your order, he continued to fuck it up. You didn’t give him too much crap, seeing he was young and most likely new.

Couldn’t say the same for Katsuki. After the fourth time of him messing up your order, Katsuki glared over at the server and said out of his mouth,

“You just gonna keep fucking up my fiancée’s order!? If you’re gonna fuck up everything, you should get the fuck out of our face and quit.”

Your eyes widened at his harsh words before snapping your gaze over to the trembling boys face. You’re positive that you lost your appetite— not because of the kid who kept messing up your order, but because of Katsuki. You profusely apologized to the waiter—even giving him a tip, before getting up and storming out.

Katsuki knew he fucked up, and oh boy was he dreading following after you.

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“You don’t talk to anybody like that, Katsuki! That shit was so distasteful!” You scold, your narrowed eyes on the side of his face.

He had a scowl on his face;his right hand gripped the steering wheel while his left hand propped up his face, his elbow resting on the window.

“I was trying to help; he kept getting your fuckin’ order wrong—“

“That doesn’t matter!” You cut him off, not wanting to hear his bullshit excuse. “I’m always the one having to check the way you act and speak towards people, Katsuki! We’ve been at this since highschool!”

“Never asked for you to ‘check’ me on shit..” He grumbled, letting out a sigh. He could see the way your frown hardened at his words. He really knew he fucked up now.