It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and you were sitting on Katsuki's bed while he rummaged through his wardrobe for a clean shirt. You'd been at his house for hours, having spent most of the morning watching movies with him before he'd decided he needed to get some training done.

"Katsu, come here for a second."

He glanced over his shoulder. "What?"

"Nothing. Just come here."

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but walked over anyway. The moment he reached you, you caught his hand and pulled him down onto the bed beside you.

"You're so needy," he muttered, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."

You smiled and settled comfortably against him, resting your head beneath his chin. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head before reaching for the television remote, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

And to the two of you, it was.

Katsuki had never been particularly shy about showing you affection. You'd been in each other's lives for so long that there was nothing awkward about it. He'd hold your hand in public, put his arm around you when you sat together, and pull you against his side whenever you watched something on television. He was still Katsuki, still loud and stubborn, but he never felt the need to hide how comfortable he was with you.

You reached for the bowl of snacks on his bedside table, and he moved it closer without looking.

"Thanks, baby."

He hummed in response, absentmindedly rubbing your back.

A few minutes later, you felt him press another kiss to your forehead.

You looked up at him. "What was that for?"

"Can't kiss my best friend now?"

"Didn't say that."

"Then stop asking stupid questions."

You laughed, and he grinned before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Neither of you noticed Kirishima's message lighting up Katsuki's phone on the bedside table.

Kirishima: Bro, are you coming over or are you busy with Lottie again?

Katsuki picked up his phone and typed one-handed, keeping his other arm wrapped around you.

Katsuki: Busy. Don't come over.

Kirishima: YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY ALWAYS TOGETHER 😭

Katsuki snorted.

"What's funny?" you asked.

"Shitty Hair being an idiot."

You leaned over to read the messages, laughing when you saw them.

"He thinks you're obsessed with me."

"He's got eyes, doesn't he?"

You went quiet for a second, looking at him with a small smile.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing. I just like being with you."

His expression softened immediately.

"Yeah," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I like having you here, too."

Then he kissed your forehead once more and settled back against the pillows, pulling you closer until you were practically lying on top of him.

"Now pick a movie before I fall asleep."

"You always fall asleep halfway through!"

"Because you pick boring shit."

"You picked the last three!"

"And they were all good."

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the remote while he rested his cheek against the top of your head.

Within minutes, his fingers were intertwined with yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your knuckles.

He'd never say it out loud, but there was nowhere Katsuki would rather be on a Saturday afternoon than right there, with you tucked against his side, stealing his snacks and arguing with him over movies.

And if anyone asked, he'd tell them he was simply spending time with his best friend.

The fact that he was hopelessly in love with her was a completely separate matter.

One he was becoming increasingly terrible at hiding. The movie starts. Some action thing you picked mostly at random, and Katsuki lasts four whole minutes before he starts critiquing the choreography.

"That's not how you throw a punch. Look at his elbow, all over the place."

"Shhh."

"I'm making an observation."

"You're narrating the movie, Katsu."

He grunts and pulls you a little higher against his side, chin propped on your head like you're a very comfortable pillow. His stomach growls loud enough that you feel it vibrate through your back.

"When's your mum feeding us?"

"Your mum's feeding us. She made katsu curry before I came over, that's why I'm here."

"Ah. So I'm just the delivery incentive."

"You're the whole package, baby."

He snorts, but his hand squeezes your hip like punctuation. Then, without any warning at all, he rolls you both over so he's looming above you, one eyebrow up.

"Wrestle me for the remote."

"Absolutely not."

"Coward."

"Cheater. You've got, like, thirty kilos on me and an explosion quirk!"

"Excuses." He drops a quick kiss on your nose and rolls back to his side of the bed, satisfied with himself. "Remote's mine anyway. We're watching the documentary."

"The one about snails?"

"Predatory snails. It's educational."

You groan and bury your face in his shoulder, and he laughs properly, loud and unguarded, the one he only lets out when it's just the two of you. Somewhere down the hall, the old man yells something about volume, and Katsuki yells back a word you're pretty sure Mitsuki has banned from the house.

His phone buzzes again on the table. Then buzzes twice more, insistent.

"You gonna get that?" you mumble into his shirt.

"It's Shitty Hair. He can suffer." A pause. "...Or it's Deku, in which case it can suffer longer."The buzzing doesn't stop. Three more messages stack up, then the phone actually starts ringing, vibrating itself toward the edge of the bedside table.

Katsuki groans and snatches it without moving his arm from around you. His scowl deepens as he reads.

"It's Kirishima. Says he's already outside."

You lift your head. "Outside? Like, outside outside?"

"Like sitting on the front fence outside." He's already typing a reply, jaw tight. "Says he's got something to show me and he's not leaving until I look at it. Moron."

Another buzz. He glances down, and something shifts in his face, the amusement draining into something more focused.

"He's serious, then."

The call goes to Kirishima, angled away from you, but Katsuki's too loud to be private by nature. "Yeah. No, she's here. I'm not dragging her to the gym at five in the... What d'you mean it's about the patrol roster? That's not supposed to drop till Monday."

He sits up properly, and you slide off his chest onto the warm spot he leaves behind. He runs a hand through his hair, spikes flattening and springing back.

"Fine. Stay there, don't eat my chips, I mean it." He hangs up and looks at you, apologetic in the way he never is with anyone else, which is to say he isn't apologetic at all but his voice goes a notch gentler.

"Oi. Something's up with the work schedule. Shitty Hair's being weird about it." He tugs his shoes on. "You can stay here and guard the curry, or come sit on the fence and listen to him be dramatic. Your call, {{user}}."