Can You Hear Me? | Katsuki X Reader

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Source: Texts From Last Night

katsuki was a bit of a crybaby.

you knew he could get caught up in his emotions more often than not. they tended to smother him sometimes, suffocating him with feelings he didn't know how to properly deal with. you saw this every day, but it was especially prominent whenever he would come home after a particularly grueling shift, his carmine eyes puffy with the things he could never bring himself to say.

from what deku had told you one evening at a little get together you went to as katsuki's plus one—back when he was (as katsuki had put it) insufferably nosy about his childhood friend's love life—katsuki felt emotions very strongly. so strongly, in fact, that he tended to bottle them all up most of the time behind gritted teeth and strained muscle.

he had—has—a hard time expressing himself, deku had sighed that night, his green eyes distant with memories you'd never be able to see, he doesn't cry too often in front of others. the only times he did it with me around he was, ah, frustrated, to say the least. he let out a small chuckle that got swallowed up by the murmurs of conversation around you, then slumped his shoulders by only a smidge. i would like to say he's gotten better, and in some ways he has, but i don't think he handles feelings other than rage very well yet.

you didn't know much about what katsuki was like when he was younger—only bits and pieces from what his friends had told you. and every time you learned something new, you couldn't help but to compare it to the man you knew and loved in the present day.

he still cried when he was frustrated, yes.

it wasn't often—it was so rare, in fact, that you could count the moments on one hand. he would come home looking like he was a bomb about to go off—all tensed shoulders and rigid lines. and he would take one look at you, standing in your comfiest clothes and looking like the very epitome of relaxation. and he would cry.

you didn't think he really knew how to properly cry. or at least, he didn't know what to do with himself when he did. his pale eyebrows would scrunch upwards, his head bending forward so he could hide behind his bangs. he'd slap a hand over his eyes and he'd clench his teeth so tightly together you thought he'd shatter them. he'd hold himself so, so stiffly. and he'd cry.

he didn't like it when people saw him like that. didn't like being caught at such a vulnerable moment. but you were patient. you were understanding. and you'd wait directly in front of him until he'd bend his head forward enough so that he could sink his face into the crook of your neck. and you'd simply hold him there, letting him ride out the steep wave of emotions that battered against the shores of his mind, his heart.

he cried when he thought no one was looking.

there were times where you would accidentally, quietly, stumble upon him in the bedroom, the bathroom. sometimes he didn't notice you. sometimes he did. and every time, you felt a piece of yourself get slowly chipped away, watching as he struggled to keep quiet and pull himself together so he could be the big, strong hero you could depend on. the number two hero. the steady, sure, stable symbol of victory, who didn't cry when he was frustrated or when he didn't know how to react in the face of his overwhelming emotions.

you were always quick to squash away his insecure feelings. for he could always, always, go to you whenever he was feeling down, whenever he needed a shoulder to hold him up. you hoped that one day he would understand—hoped that one day he wouldn't hold himself up to so high a standard that he couldn't let himself just be human once in a while. you were slowly getting him to that point—slowly, yet surely.

but katsuki also cried when he was happy.

it wasn't the kind of happy he got whenever he took down a particularly strong villain, or when he reached one of those ridiculously high milestones he set for himself. no, it was a kind of happy he only felt around you. for you made him feel things he had never felt before.

he cried once when he kissed you—at a time where you both realized you were deeply, irrevocably committed to the relationship. he cried when you held him at night, holding him so close to yourself that you could meld him to your body. he cried when you told him you would always love him, through thick and thin, high and low. he cried when you said you were his, forever and always.

and he cried when you said yes, allowing him to slip a small, silver ring around your finger.

bnha being based in 2034 is both the best and worse thing

the worst being the fact that ALL THE THIRTY YEAR OLD HEROES ARE MY AGE CURRENTLY?????

THEY ARE A L L G E N Z

mic had a tiktok. he was probably tiktok famous

they probably have to refrain from saying stuff like yeet and bet and a slap bc the kids think it’s cringey

also death jokes

dang it they probably never grew out of the tiktok dances

miss joke and mic see each other and immediately start doing like fortnite dances in greeting

aizawa knows at least one

freakin heck mic still sings and listens to that backyardagains little einsteins  remix

oh gob 1A are all gen alpha. they are all BABIES

oh crap the villains are also about my age

dabi’s like: hit or miss, guess they never miss huh? *burns someone alive*

twice, behind him doing fornite dances: gotta girlfriend bet she doesn’t kiss ya

terrible. rancid, all of this

excEPT FOR THE FACT THAT ALL MIGHT AND ENDEAVOR ARE MILLENNIALS

F R E A K I N G M I L L E N N I A L S

WHERE IS MY NINETIES/2000′S ALL MIGHT COSTUME WHERE IS MY MID 2000′S ENDEAVOR COSTUME

ALL MIGHT PROBABLY WATCHED SAILOR MOON AND HAD TAMAGOTCHIS JFBGBFKHGJ

WHERE IS HIS PASTEL SAILOR MOON INSPIRED 90′S HERO SUIT

oh my gob mic calls endeavor a boomer and he takes full offence and it’s hilarious

oh frick hawks is like eleven he’s one of those weird not quite gen z fortnite kids with questionable to no taste

i have to go sit down

losing my mind over this

These tones…

even more Encanto text posts

“I painted my nails.”

Midoriya turned from his spot by his desk, homework worksheets scattered everywhere in attempt fit in some studying for tomorrows quiz.

“Really?”

You hummed in response handing your hands behind your back. “Can you guess the color Hero?”

A red hue of a blush quickly spread across his face at the affectionate nickname.

“Pink?” He guessed.

A smug smiled bloomed a crossed your face. “Nope, guess again.”

He pondered, the boy had a guess in mind but didn’t want to come out and guess it right away.

“Orange.”

You started rocking back on fourth on the balls of your feet.

“Want a clue?”

Midoriya nodded.

“It’s a color that reminds me of you.”

Ok, so he definitely knew the answer, making his heart beat rapidly.

“Green?” He muttered shyly.

You beamed at the answer, taking your hands out from behind your back and proudly showing your deep green nails.

Midoriya’s lips parted in amazement, your nails looked amazing in the color he could tell it took you time to make sure the polish was applied smoothly. The thought behind the color you chosen made him emotional also.

“It looks amazing baby.” He complimented, taking your smaller hand in his and kissing the palm.

You chuckled and gestured for him to make room to sit.

Midoriya pushed his chair away from his desk and as you sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So that everywhere I go, I have a piece of you with me.”

Before you could do anything else, your boyfriends water ducts of tears started to fill the room.

Your brain is fucked

You are stuck in a loop, you know? You will probably read this and say "oh, yeah, you're right" and keep scrolling. You've been in this damn loop for months,

Wake up.

Damn your reality.

Spend your day on tumblr.

Get motivated for 5 minutes.

Go back to being depressed.

When the night comes back, sleep instead of the void state

Wake up again.

YOU NEED TO FINISH THIS. FINISH IT. STOP SCROLLING. TONIGHT YOU WILL SWITCH INTO THE REALITY YOU WANT.