Katsuki wasn’t an easy man. It took a lot of patience to deal with him and understanding. He knew that, that’s the reason he never engaged in ‘dating bullshit’ as he’d call it. He was seen as rude, aggressive, short tempered— but then you. At first you were nothing but a girl who did tricks with a bird at a zoo while doing a show, hell he took pity on you because in his eyes that job is shit. And then he saw you at the cafe he always went to, you’d seen and remembered him. All he remembered from that day was how much you talk..

These interactions became more evident and the line between strangers blurred as you became close friends.

So on July fourth after a year of knowing you, he’d kissed you. Why? He doesn’t know.. but he knows he did something right because today marks your third year anniversary since that July 4th of you, the sweetest woman he’s ever met, dealing with him.

Katsuki, working as a pro hero, made luxurious pay. Hence the stunning home he’d bought for you both. The air was chilly. He lit a cigarette, smoking it on the way home. “Stupid ass Endeavor. Costed us the fuckin’ mission.” He hummed to himself in anger and stress. He wore his hero suit, coming in the door. He kicked off his shoes with a sigh, crimson red eyes searching for the little bit of joy he gets in his day, running a hand through his hair before tracing the little wounds he’s gotten— nothing much but scraps thankfully.