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"once you've met someone, you never really forget them."

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✩gabyy, 7teen , afro-latina, ♏︎

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he misses you.

it's no secret. after all, you were the one that broke up with him. timeskip!katsuki didn't seem to have time for you. when you left it felt as if his heart itself was ripped from his body.

he wasn't happy about it. but neither was his kid from his relationship before you.

after days and hours of the kid begging to see you, whining about how you weren't around anymore, and crying about your absence, he was at his wits end (save for the fact that he felt the same way).

so, he caved.

he drove to your house. he would rather die again than admit it, but he dressed up more than usual. wore his perfume that you'd gotten him for his birthday and the color you always said he looked best in.

he knocked on the door, sweaty hands shoved in his pockets as small explosions uncontrollably were let out. he let out a sigh of a mix of relief and anxiety as he heard you open the door.

but nothing could've prepared him for the sight of you. his voice was stuck in his throat as you tilted your head, leaning onto your doorframe as you let out a surprised, "katsuki?"

thinking about being prohero!katsuki's secretary.

nobody knows how you put up with his attitude, the random death threats and mood swings that come along with working with the renowned hero.

the simple answer? you simply don't. you yell back, throw shit at his feet, threaten to run to the press at any slight confrontation (but everyone knows you wouldn't).

and nobody knows why you haven't been fired yet. it's the third argument that week, it's late at night and the last of the sidekicks are filing out slowly.

they don't dare to interrupt, they found out with personal experience just how fearful you can be.

as the door slams behind the last one of them, it's drowned out by your voice echoing throughout the office. "and i have no idea why you expect me to sign for your lazy ass too! are you encouraging forgery? a crime?"

"shut the fuck up."

"make me."

"gladly."

patrols were always boring. not just for prohero!katsuki, but for his loving wife, you, at home.

you'd quit your job, because why would you not? katsuki was bringing in more than enough money to fund your lifestyle. you kept yourself busy with hobbies, movies, and activities.

but there was only so much of it that you could take without your husband at your side.

it was mind-numbingly unbearable for the two of you, well more so you, considering katsuki got to beat the life out of random criminals whenever he was called to a scene, to be waiting at the late hours of the night for him to come home.

a small reprieve was him giving you access to his intercom. it was meant mostly for emergencies.. but it seemed to grow more casual as the patrols started to frequent into the nighttime.

but hey, according to you, boredom is a major emergency.

as prohero!katsuki walked down the street with an angry glare to anyone who even looked as if they were thinking of doing a crime, your voice suddenly rang through his ears. then, he turned a familiar corner.

"should be any time now." he mumbled to himself, looking into the night sky as if to confirm his prediction. he pulled his headband back and gazed down at the watch that you had gifted him.

3.. 2.. 1.

as if on cue, the ugly glare vanished from his face as he heard your irritated voice.

"are you done yet?"

you weren't... the sharpest tool in the shed.

but it's okay! prohero!katsuki loved you regardless of it! in fact, your tendency to space out and dream about whatever it was that had you going that day was one of the many reasons he loved you.

daydreaming was in your nature, and it really wasn't technically your fault that you got in so much trouble without even realizing it.

like today. it was common knowledge that you were prohero!katsuki's wife, it's not like you were ashamed of it. you had actually accidentally confirmed it to press.. but that's besides the point.

you were walking along, looking down at a list in your hand of the errands you needed to run. katsuki had hand wrote it for you himself since you tended to get to the store, forget why you were there, and buy more junk food.

the list was knocked out of your hands by a man with a black mask. with a pout on your face paired by a tilt of the head, you asked, "why did you do that? i needed that for later."

interviewers using you as 'bait' for good reactions from prohero!katsuki 😭

it was comical how easy it was. after a stream of dull, bare-minimum answers to questions about his work, his feelings about attacks, or anything in between, they'd bring you up and it was like a switch flipped in his interest.

"yeah, what about her?"

he'd sit up straighter, a small smile on his lips as he reminisced about you as he thoughtfully answered questions about you. the producers clipping every second since it was literally the secret to their virality.

before they couldn't coax more than a yes or no out of him prior, but after bringing up his wife? now it was more of a challenge to get him to shut up.

and the best part was that it worked every. single. time. just when the reporters got worried that the single trick they held up their sleeve for the engagement his fans desperately wanted from him, he'd smile and grace them with a long ass answer once again.

though, it wasn't really a hack anymore. he'd caught on a while ago, but he'd do anything to get an extra second to talk about you.

"i know you're just tryna get me to be sappy and shit. good thing i wanted to talk about my wife anyway."

..my requests are open btw... before i go back into my slump era...

katsuki wasn't an overprotective boyfriend type.

he believed that excessive rules in a relationship stemmed from insecurity, and insecurity is not something the future number one hero should suffer from.. at least excessively.

but a lot of his principles changed when you two got married and discussed boundaries. but all that was thrown out the window when you got pregnant and he discovered..

he was a bit of a helicopter husband.

and that was putting it lightly. you'd get a text every hour asking where you were. another text asking what you ate and encouraging you to eat more. a call every patrol where all he wanted was for you to put your belly close to the mic so he could speak to the baby, before he was usually interrupted by a villain. "sorry kid, wait up. gotta beat this extra into the ground-"

"who are you even talking to man?"

it got significantly worse when you'd been called in as support for a particularly dangerous uprising of villains.

forget morning sickness— he was going to throw up worrying about you.

there were a lot of things katsuki expected from his reaping in the hunger games.

not much could surprise him. he was raised—no —born for this. he was filled with pride at the thought of participating in the game, each step up to the podium making his hands shake in anticipation. his mother had been a victor, so he knew the expectations were high.

as you walked beside him, clearly distraught as evident on the tears streaking down on your face, he barely suppressed an eye roll. how could you be from district 2 and not be a career?

he figured you'd be one of the first to die.

"i don't even know why you like those so much, they're stupid."

katsuki said, his eyes focused on your hands that were currently holding a large container full of blind boxes. you were both sat on the floor in front of one-another, though your attention was on the boxes, and his was on you.

he couldn't help but scoff and turn a snobbish nose away from you, as he regarded your careful steps to not run the boxes.

it was all an act. an act to hide the fact that he'd spent hours and thousands of yen hunting for those same boxes you held in your hand. his allowance and the damage done to his bank account was out of sight and out of mind. not like his mom wouldn't give him more money after he told her it was all for you--

just like him, she adored you. though she didn't die every time she said it outloud.

katsuki didn't believe in love at first sight.

at least, not until the first time he saw you.

the feeling of the world blurring around the two of you, the heat rising to his face as his mouth fell agape. not knowing what to do with his hands as he saw you walking in his direction. time seeming to slow down, your every action a poem in his eyes.

your smile and small greeting to him was like a nail in his heart-shaped coffin, his pathetic stammering of a response making him all the more nervous. he mentally kicked himself for his heart, he couldn't hear your voice over the thumping in his ears.

he wasn't snapped back to reality by the suggg of your fleeting figure, no.

it was the feeling of a hand pushing his mouth closed, the 'X' that had covered kirishima's face a moment prior disappearing, and bringing him back to reality.

"seeing is believing, huh bakugo?"

he couldn't bring himself to rebuttle, truly he knew that he was right.

with his hands shoved in his pockets, his silence spoke for him, as much as his longing eyes did as he looked back at you. and as much as the ghost of a smile did.

"guess so."

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everything about katsuki was explosive, even his feelings.

the feeling of his failures, of his successes, of his pure domination over others-

which is why his feeling of calm next to you was startling, why the feeling of nothing felt more impactful than the sensation of being overwhelmed all at once.

why his feelings of endearment, of something as unfamiliar and soft as a crush, had his heart beating out of his chest. his hands sweating more than usual, and his brain scattered.

and that's how he ended up where he was, flower in hand as he mentally betrated himself.

it was something so stupid, so hopelessly cliche he wanted to beat himself up for it. but he sighed and picked off the first petal of the red poppy you'd gifted him for helping you study.

"she loves me.." he started, the words feeling strange on his mouth as he continued onto the next.