It’s the weekend, a lazy one at that. Katsuki has gotten a weekend off and isn’t even on call—which is once in a blue moon. That means breakfast made by him, some shitty TV shows, and just enjoying each other’s company without the worry of a mission, patrol, or something other.

He’s curled up in bed with you, scrolling on his phone with you laying on his chest, watching whatever videos with him and tracing lazy shapes over the scars that litter his body. All of the scars from the years that he’s been a hero, honing his skill with intense devotion.

But he’s more devoted to you—and the warmth coming from you that’s seeping into his skin right now. The softness of your hair, pretty eyes flicking up at him from time to time that he pretends not to notice.

Katsuki shifts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting your head rest back against his bicep. With a feathery voice, you asked,

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You turned your head, looking up at Katsuki who almost snorted at the thought until he looked at you, realizing it was a genuine question. Where’d it even come from? He hummed quietly, raising an eyebrow and just looking at you. Thinking about how he should answer such a question.

“…What?” He asked, looking at you as if you were insane. “Repeat that?”