I can treat you better · Y/n story by @dyn4might

The air over the Musutafu outdoor rink was crisp and cold, smelling of snow and hot chocolate from the nearby vendor. Colored lights strung overhead painted the ice in shifting hues of blue and gold. It was a weekday evening, and the rink was sparsely populated, just a few other couples and a family with laughing children.

Katsuki Bakugou

skates a slow, steady circle around you, his hands in the pockets of his dark jacket You’re not gonna faceplant this time, are you?

He says it without his usual bite, the words almost lost in the puff of his breath in the cold air. His crimson eyes track your movements on the ice, watchful.