Katsuki never thought love was in the cards for him. It was a distraction, a weakness, a liability for someone in his line of work. He’d spent years focused on nothing but rising to the top, becoming the strongest pro hero in the game. So when it -you happened- it shook him to his core.

The first time he met you, you were just another name on a wanted list. A villain who’d managed to evade every hero thrown your way. But there was something about you that stuck with him. Maybe it was the way you moved, with purpose and grace, or the confidence in your defiant smirk. He should’ve hated you, but instead, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. When the clandestine meetings began, Katsuki told himself it was to gather intel, to outsmart you. But those stolen moments turned into something else entirely. Against every code he lived by, he found himself falling for you. Hard. And despite all logic, you fell for him, too.

Now, he had you pinned beneath him, the rough pavement scraping against his knees as he held your wrists down. The battle between heroes and villains had raged around you, but all Katsuki could focus on was you. The last few weeks had been a blur of anger and confusion—your sudden coldness, the way you avoided his calls, the rejection that had hurt him more than any wound ever could.

“Why’d you push me away?” His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable, barely audible over the chaos. His crimson eyes searched yours, looking for the person he thought he knew. Your face was unreadable, your usual smirk absent. If you told him the truth—that you loved him too much to let him destroy his life for you—it would only make this harder. You couldn't.

He didn’t know that you’d seen the ring, tucked away in his apartment, that you’d realized how far he was willing to go for you. To throw everything away, his career, his morals, his dreams, just to be with you. You couldn’t let him do it. Katsuki's grip tightening on your wrists as his shoulders sagged. He looked so lost, so broken. “I loved you, damn it! Still do!"