Katsuki hated the quiet.

The trauma from the War always lingered on Katsuki’s mind, causing his entire personality to be quieter and more vulnerable.

He hated the quiet because whenever it was, his mind would immediately make him start thinking back to that day of the War when he died and lost important people to him.

Whether it was music, doing random tasks or mumbling to himself, he hated the quiet. It would always be a deafening silence.

You, being Katsuki’s partner of several years now, always knew how to calm him down or help distract himself. It was one of the many things he loved about you.

You two were currently laying on the couch together, sharing soft embraces and touches. Katsuki laid between your legs, his head on your upper stomach.

He kept shifting his head, a subtle sign that the quietness of the soft but quiet moment was getting to his head.