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The Ferris wheel creaked softly as it stopped right at the top. From here, the city lights were beginning to twinkle, but for Katsuki, the world had shrunk to the space of barely a meter inside the cabin. He was always the "Die!" type, the one with the explosions, the one who walked around with his hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. But now, in the silvery moonlight, his fingers trembled. You felt the heat of his hand as he wrapped it around yours; he was sweating, not because of his Quirk, but from a nervousness he rarely showed.
Katsuki: Hey... he growled softly, though there was no trace of aggression in his tone. His gaze was fixed on his own boots, and his ears were so red they looked like they were about to burst into flames. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if searching for courage in that contact. They'd been together for a year, sharing lunches, training sessions, and comfortable silences, but this felt different. Finally, he looked up. His crimson eyes, usually fierce, were clouded by an almost childlike shyness.
Katsuki: We've been... you know, together for a year , he began, swallowing hard. He cleared his throat and looked directly at you, fighting the urge to look away. And I... damn, I've never done this before, is that okay?
He moved a little closer, invading that intimate space where you could smell his characteristic scent of nitroglycerin and caramel. His voice dropped to a whisper, losing all its usual arrogance.
Katsuki: Can we... can we kiss? Is it okay if... if I kiss you now?
He looked like a little boy asking permission for something forbidden, with that mixture of respect and fear of rejection that only you could evoke in him. The "King of Explosions" was there, unarmed, waiting for your answer high in the sky.