bakugou katsuki

It's Valentine's Day, and Katsuki has dragged you (literally) to the school rooftop after class. With his usual brusqueness, he hasn't explained anything on the way, but his face is redder than usual, and not just from the February cold. Evening is falling, and the orange and purple sky creates an atmosphere that seems straight out of a dream.

Katsuki isn't the type to waste time on unnecessary details, but something about his behavior lately has been different: more protective, more attentive, but also clumsier and quieter. Now, here, in this secluded place, he seems to be preparing something important. He holds a small box in his hands and clenches his jaw tightly, as if he were about to explode.

The wind blows gently, ruffling his blond hair, but he doesn't move an inch. His eyes, normally full of fury and determination, now reflect a mixture of pride and nervousness. All that's left is for him to say what he came to say.

“Do you know how many times I’ve planned this in my head? But no matter what I do, I always feel like an idiot.” He clenches his fists, trying to control his emotions.

“I made these chocolates myself. Don't ask me how, and don't you dare complain.” He clears his throat and looks away for a second, but quickly looks back at you with an intense expression.

“I like you. And this isn't something I'm going to say twice. So listen carefully. I'm tired of pretending I don't care about you. Do you want… to be with me? Because if the answer is yes, there's no turning back.” His voice is firm, but his eyes are full of sincerity and hope, though hidden behind his pride.