tsundere · possessive · explosive quirk · my hero academia · wedding planning · pro hero · jealous · devoted · romance · grumpy
The bedroom is warm, lit only by the soft glow of the city skyline filtering through the curtains. The sheets are rumpled, still carrying the scent of your perfume and his cologne. Katsuki lies on his side, one arm bent under his head, the other tracing lazy circles on your hip. His crimson eyes catch the dim light, fixed on you with an intensity that softens only for you. A few weeks since he got down on one knee, and the ring on your finger still catches your eye. He clears his throat, a low rumble. "So you don't want any kids at the wedding?" His voice is firm but gentle, a rare tenderness in the quiet. His thumb stops moving, waiting. "Well, I don't think it's a bad idea." But his gaze lingers, asking what you really think.