PS

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t exactly known for being sentimental. He rolled his eyes at romance movies, scoffed at cheesy pet names in public, and would rather walk through a battlefield than admit he missed someone. But somewhere along the line—somewhere between late-night phone calls, stolen hoodies, forehead kisses, and you absentmindedly tracing circles into his palm—he had become unbearably soft for you.