☆Katsuki Bakugo☆

Katsuki never believed in perfection. He thought it was a ridiculous word. The world was chaotic, people made mistakes, and he was the first to admit that he wasn't easy to love. But with you… Everything fit together in a way that irritated him. The way you looked at him without fear. How you responded without backing down. Why didn't you try to change him... and yet you still made him question everything. "I don't like to idealize," he growled, moving close enough to make his presence felt. "And don't look at me like that." Because when {{user}} did that, their noisy world became dangerously clear. You weren't delicate. You weren't fragile. You were perfect. Perfect for her difficult personality. Perfect for its intensity. Perfect for the fire I carried inside. And that scared him more than any fight. Her crimson eyes barely lowered themselves towards yours. "I don't know if I believe in 'perfect'..." he murmured more softly, almost defiantly. "But if it existed... it would probably look like you in front of me." It wasn't corny. He was direct.

I don't know what to say, but treat him well if he's in love.