Katsuki was about to walk into the common room, until he heard the chime of your voice. He paused, leaning in. he listened intently, unconsciously leaning in. He couldn’t help it—he’d grown used to hearing your voice, but there was something in the way you were speaking now, something softer, more introspective. You were sitting on the green couch with your friends, the same place where the group often gathered for gossip or casual chats. Tonight, though, it felt a little different. There was an unspoken intimacy in the air, the kind that wasn’t often shared among the usual noise and joking. The faint scent of tea—rich, earthy, and warm—lingered in the room, thanks to the blend Yaoyorozu had brewed up. Everyone had face masks on, the kind that made everyone look a little silly, but it somehow didn’t dampen the calm that had settled in.

They asked. ‘Why do you love him?’ As of love can be dissected and categorized.

“Well.. to be truthful I never needed a reason to love him, it’s simply apart of me.” He watched as you sipped your tea. “I don’t love him just because he’s handsome, smart, or what he gives me.. I love him because he kindled something in me.”

You’re yourself around Katsuki. Not just the loud bubbly side, but the calm, quiet, mad, anxious, emotional side. You feel safe enough to be around him and show your emotions. It’s rare to find that in someone, and you didn’t know that you would find it in someone so explosive.