#for any teen who's hiding every emotion behind a poker face like I did until 18: this can work but will have Consequences

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Mood Swings

Thanks to @shasta627 who first gave me the idea from talking about KP and EoA character similarities, and where one of the quotes from KP’s Emotion Sickness pops up here. Also thanks to @lostbutterflyutau for inadvertently helping me with her post about who Carla inherited her physical traits from. So first time writing from Victor Delgado’s perspective, exciting. Also this is all pre-EoA Delgado relationship where I imagine that Ash had dark hair and eyes before becoming a malvago and obviously, their relationship is not that rocky as it is now. Also bits of foreshadowing, see if you can spot it. Enjoy what was originally a comedic, but now surprisingly fluffy story. 

Victor was a tiny bit scared to leave his house.

This was not an unusual occurrence, being a thief on the run led him to be wary of leaving his hiding space for various reasons. The outside world held the guards that were no doubt hunting him down, some enemies that he may have backstabbed in order to save his own hide, as well as the potential to bump into vicious wildlife in the chance he took refuge in the dense forests.

But his fear of leaving, even though he very much wanted to leave, was from a different source.

A source that had been scaring him for the past 8 months with her unpredictable mood swings.

His pregnant wife, Ash.

“Overreacting! Overreacting! How can you tell me that I’m overreacting!” Ash cried, flinging the splintered wooden pieces of what was formerly a priceless Maruvian god statuette to the ground to collapse on the closest chair available. Her brown eyes already watering with brimming tears.

Victor tried to amend the damage done so far. “It’s just, you never seemed to care about that statuette much before. Remember when we stole it in Paraíso. We were about to be caught by the police and you said we can throw away some minor things like that statuette.”

“I’ve grown attached to it, okay.” Ash sniffed, clearly trying to hold back the tears, “I’ve been staring at from the couch during siestas and it helps me fall asleep when the stupid baby is kicking too hard. This is so like you. You never think about how I feel. First you break the statuette like a clumsy oaf and now, you’re leaving me to go join your idiotic buddies to play poker because you can’t stand to be with me. Even though I’m the one doing all the work and carrying your child.”

Victor sighed and went to sit in front of Ash, gently grasping her hands he reminded her, “I’m not playing poker with my buddies. The Capoto gang are not my buddies. We teamed up with them while we’re staying here, and part of that includes me going away to go steal stuff. I’m stealing stuff. Like gold and even those old texts you like, the ones with all the evil spells remember. We like evil, right?”

Ash yanked her hands away from him and buried her face in her arms on the table, “You’re leaving me in my time of need. I’ll never forgive you for this. Ever!”

As tempted as Victor was to leave and go do the heist like he needed to do, he just couldn’t leave her crying like this. Especially if he didn’t know this was going to put her in an even worse mood when he returned. If there was something that he had learned about pregnant Ash in the past 7 months, it was that it was best to agree with whatever she said even if it was wrong and ridiculous and plain confusing.

“Ash, I’m sorry that I broke the statuette, and I’m sorry that you have been feeling that I’m neglecting you. I’ve been doing double the work so I feel entitled to be tired and forgetful but you’re pregnant so you’re even more tired than me… I guess what I’m saying is that I’ll try to think a little more about what you’re going through.” 

Ash lifted her head to look at him, frustratedly wiping away her tears, “It’s not that big of a deal, really. You’re right that I’m overreacting, it’s just that I hate this!”

Victor didn’t have to ask what “this” was. The pregnancy that was consuming every aspect of their lives.

Admittedly, Victor always wanted a family. Yes, his first love was money. With all the money in the world he could do whatever he wanted and people wouldn’t be so quick to put him down and disrespect him as they had when he was a kid. 

“Pay attention, Victor, it’s not like your trickery will get you anywhere in life. You need to be smart.”

“That’s a cute idea, Victor but I think we need someone who has more expertise. Not just a kid’s imagininings.”

“You don’t have a clue what you’re saying, Victor. But you’re just a teen, you don’t know about life.”

He still felt a surge of bitterness when he thought of the glory and fortune that would have come with being number 2 in Avalor if that witch Shuriki and Esteban had kept their part of the deal and hadn’t banished him.

But after that money he wanted a wife and children behind him. That was the ultimate status of happiness to him. Money and a family. It showed how he had it all.

So when it turned out Ash’s mysterious month long food poisoning was actually the signs of morning sickness, Victor was secretly thrilled. He may not have as much money as a king but he certainly could steal it from the king, and now he had a beautiful wife and a child on the way. It was like he made it.

Was Ash as happy as he about the news? No. Though Ash wasn’t entirely against children, she wouldn’t be too disappointed by never having one either. Her main priority in life was to get rich, powerful and to improve her fledgling magic power so she could achieve her goals. And until she became the malvaga she wanted to be, she didn’t plan on getting pregnant.

Until she did.

Everything changed. They had to find a more permanent dwelling since running as fugitives would have caused too much stress for the child. They had to start spending their small hoard on buying a proper crib and other necessities rather than just forging out in the wilderness, away from the long arm of the law. Everything they stole, a profit had to set aside for the future child. One good thing that came out of thinking of all things baby was that they got married. Victor knew it was a bit old-fashioned, but he still remembered his parent’s disparaging remarks about children out of wed-lock and thought it might be easier to blend in if they presented themselves as a legally married family rather than a trio of runaways.

Also, as Ash got bigger, Victor had to step up and deal with double the workload. Not that he minded, if that was what needed to be done for the sake of their child, he would get it done. It was Ash the one who had a problem with it. She wanted to keep her usual independence and join the heists, do her share, and plan strategy even though she was in no shape to do so and most recently, the mere smell of cigar smoke caused her to hurl on the spot. Ash hated to be out of control, and waiting for others to do work that she thought she could do better at. In fact that was one of the things Victor most admired in his wife, how she would do anything it takes to get what she wanted and no one could stand in her way. Now, half of Victor’s morning was devoted to arguing with her over what she was or was not capable of doing and it was draining for both.

“I used to be intimidating and powerful and now look at me. I’m tired of all this crying. I never cried when I was a child, and now that I’m having a child, it’s like I can’t stop. I don’t like it.” Ash ranted, a bit of her old fiery anger returning as she talked and ran her hands through her dark hair, 

“I don’t like it either.” Victor agreed, “I hate seeing you cry.” Ash’s anger faded instantaneously, and she pulled him into an awkward one-armed hug when the baby bump prevented them from hugging normally, “You hate seeing me cry? That’s so sweet. How did I ever get so lucky to have you?”

Victor couldn’t help but blush from the praise. Compliments were very rare coming from Ash, she was always so no nonsense and focused when it came to stealing, and sabotage and staying one step ahead of their many pursuers.. It was rarer still with all these mood swings that left her angry and weepy which could change on a dime. But still, even after all their fights and disagreements, he knew that they were solid enough to stay together. She was the only one who was as cunning enough as he to survive and thrive in this fugitive life and strong enough to do it beside him. He couldn’t imagine life without her.

Taking advantage of the moment, Victor massaged her shoulders, “If you want, I can make you some pan dulce when I get back.” Victor had heard that women’s taste buds tend to change when they get pregnant, and the things they liked tasted disgusting and they craved strange delicacies. Luckily for him, Ash’s pregnancy only seemed to make her crave for Victor’s food and he could always smooth over her bad moods with the promise of stew or dessert.

Unexpectedly, Ash’s mood soured again, “No. Stop giving me pan dulce. It will only make me more fat.”

Victor felt a coil of fear at that statement. It was never a good sign when Ash said that. He always made the mistake of hesitating or saying the wrong thing which usually led to a harsh interrogation about his “wandering eyes” and that he was lying when he said she wasn’t fat.

“You’re not fat, mi querida, you’re pregnant, and even so you’re still one of the most beautiful, stunningly sexy women I know. Sexier than anyone else in Paraiso.” Victor gushed. 

“Sexier than the queen?” Ash asked unbelievingly.

“You are always sexier than the queen, and any other women we come across. Always. I mean, remember that one night in Cordoba when we found those hot springs?”

Ash’s pout faded and her mouth curved into a sultry smirk, “Mmm go on.”

“Remember how we had been trying so hard to deny the attraction between us and kept taking separate baths. But that night, you called me to you. I swear the moonlight was made to highlight your gorgeous face. Ah, the water barely covered your chest. It was painful knowing that your marvelous body was underneath the water and yet I still couldn’t see it, or touch it.”

“But you did..” Ash sing-songed.

“Well I couldn’t stand there and just stare at you. I needed to get bathed too.” Victor retorted with mock indignance before smoothly segwaying to a new idea, “You were so hot that night. Perhaps...maybe after I make you the pan dulce, we can have fun with those rose-blossom potions that you’ve been magicking up, the ones for extra sensitivity? We can have bubbles in the tub and I’ll message you, my amazing malvaga queen? Wait till I have my lips on your skin and kiss your neck and go down lower and lower..”

“Oh, darling, don’t stop!” Ash purred before pulling him into an intoxicating kiss. For a brief moment, it was like he was back in the Córdoba springs. It was just heat, passion, her and him and no one else in the entire world that could stop them until he pressed up against her stomach.

The bump was a stark reminder of reality and what he was supposed to be doing. Stealing the Ramirez fortune with the Capote gang so he can get enough profit to buy whatever baby supplies they needed.

Victor pulled away breathlessly, trying to gather his thoughts into a coherent sentence that wouldn’t offend Ash into another statuette throwing mood.

“Ah ah ah. After the heist, and after the pan dulce. I’ll give you a night you won’t forget.” He winked taking special pleasure in Ash’s surprised face before turning to the door.

“Victor I need you.” Ash cried out just as Victor placed his hand on the doorknob.

Victor inhaled deeply to hide his exasperation in the delay. The Capotes really did not like to be held up waiting.

Victor turned and forced what he hoped to be an understanding smile, “And I’ll be here whenever you need me just not for the next five hours, okay? After this heist I’ll stay with you as long as you-” “No, you don’t understand you idiot. I need you because my water just broke.”

Victor felt the world go dim and into tunnel-vision. Victor wanted to argue the fact but he could see it was undeniable. A tell-tale wet stain spread from Ash’s grey dress to the floor and her eyes were wide with panic.

“I--but--I I- we. No no no. Not-how-now?” And the world went dark for a silent 40 seconds.

THUNK 

“Ow!” Victor clutched his head from the unexpected thunk of pain. He blurred looked around and saw what had hit him. A wooden eye from the former statuette.

“Did you just throw this at me?” Victor demanded. 

“I can’t bend over and shake you awake. I had to.” Ash snarled back, immediately reminding Victor of the situation at hand.

“How is this pos...but you aren’t due for another month!”

Despite the overwhelming fear Victor was feeling at the moment, he also felt a jolt of excitement. This was it. They were finally going to have their baby! 

“Yeah, well-” 

“We’re going to be parents!” Victor exclaimed, still feeling a bit lightheaded, he steadied himself by gripping Ash’s hands.

“Yes, we’ve established that we’re going to be parents for the past seven months. You need to take me to the midwife.”  Ash snapped.

“I-I I do? I mean I know I do. I- well. How? I thought you were going to give birth next month, I haven’t stolen a horse for us yet.” Victor stammered, panic beginning to fully settle in.

“The Capotes must have one. Take me to them.” Ash commanded, straining to push herself out of the chair.

Victor helped her out the door, moving as fast as they could in an agonizingly slow shovel-huffle combination punctuated by stops when Ash’s contractions overtook her.

It was a mile to get to the agreed hideout of the Capotes but for Victor, it felt like the location was 50 miles away and they were running out of time.

Victor saw the cave entrance and what a lucky break, several horses grazing contentedly in front of it. They wouldn’t even have to contend with the Capotoes, they could just steal it.

Victor let Ash lean against a nearby tree, and roughly dragged the horse to her, urging it to keep its frantic neighing down.

Just as Ash grabbed the reins, she sank to her knees, Arrgghh.” “Ay dios mio. Is something wrong? Is it happening now?” Victor helped her up as she clung to him like a drowning victim.

“No, no not now. But the contractions are getting closer,”  Ash panted, and shrieked again.

“What the hell is that screaming about?” A gruff voice barked from the cave rolling away its stone entrance to reveal a wizened old man and two young bodyguards.

“Delgado, what is the meaning of this? Why do you have your lady here?” Even though it was a fruitless tactic to get sympathy from these men, Victor frantically told the truth, “She’s in labor. We need to go to the midwife now.” “Listen to me. That horse is my property and I don’t intend to give it to any pregnant girlfriend of a disposable partner. Hand it over or I will slit your throat.”

“NO! You listen to me. Give us that horse or I will have Victor hold you down so I can give birth on you!” Ash glared, stunning the elder Capote into silence with that strange and graphic threat. 

Victor wasted no time, pulling out a saber that he always kept hidden in the interior of his jacket and nearly slashed the neck of a younger bodyguard, giving Ash to struggle onto the horse’s back.

The lead Capoto was backing away from the fight with a sly smirk as both of his men brought out their double-edged swords when Victor heard Ash yell out, “Leviosa!”

The two bodyguards levitated and hit the cave wall.

Victor gratefully smiled at her weary, sweat-stained face and ran to join her on the horse. He sat in the back, keeping her safely on the saddle as he handled the reins, urging their horse to go the needed 4 miles to town.

From then on, everything went by Victor in a rush. Bursting through the small shack where the midwives congregated with other couples and pregnant women, settling into a shabby room near the back of the house with a straw mattress and a basin of hot water, Ash gripping and cracking two fingers in his hands as the screaming, cursing, and crying enveloped all his senses.

“PUSH! PUSH! THAT’S NOT A PUSH, THAT’S AN EXHALE! COME ON, ONE MORE TIME! PUSH! YOU CAN DO IT!”

Then the world slowed and clicked into place as he saw his baby girl for the first time.

The midwife held her tiny body up long enough for them to see the downy mess of dark brown hair, and her small fists scrunched up, pumping the air as she made her first breath and her first cries.

Victor’s heart swelled and he went speechless. Nothing could describe the magnitude of what he was feeling.

He looked to Ash who always seemed to know what to do or say but she looked at him with the same stunned face that he felt.

“We made that. That’s our daughter.” Victor whispered, gulping back the tears that were welling up but he surrendered to their falling after Ash wordlessly smashed her face against his chest and sobbed.

They held onto each other, trying to pull themselves through the jumble of emotions and adrenaline that was rushing through them. Everything was different now.

The midwife returned with their daughter bundled up in a light purple blanket, “Here she is, all cleaned up. May I just say, you have a-”

“Give her to me. She’s mine.” Ash interrupted, impatiently holding her arms out.

Victor didn’t blame her, he wanted the midwife to leave so he could be alone with his wife and adorable little girl.

It was strange yet so right to think that. His little girl. Hours ago that was just a hypothetical. His little girl. He had tested out the thought a couple of times but it never fit. But this was real. It was so real and so very precious.

“She looks like you.” Victor cooed, cautiously touching the soft hair on their snoozing daughter that was the exact same shade as the woman cradling her. Victor felt an irrepressible smile crossed his mouth and thought he wouldn’t be able to contain, and honestly, he didn’t want to. He was a dad.  

“She has your...you’re right, she mainly looks like me.” Ash agreed, studying their daughter fondly.

They held their breath as the baby stirred, daringly opening her eyes into a squint. Victor swore he could see the color of violet of her irises which only made him more in awe of this tiny creature. Regal violet eyes.

“What do you want to name her?” Ash asked, not taking her eyes away from the small bundle.

Victor settled himself into a more comfortable sitting position, craning his neck over the crook of Ash’s shoulder so he could look, “What about Carla? It’s a regal name and-“

“Oh, oh,” Ash gasped when Carla suddenly waved her small hand before touching Ash’s nose and mouth. The effect completely melted her, and for the first time in Victor’s life, he heard Ash squeal, “She touched me!”

“Me next.” Victor held out a pinkie for the little girl to grab onto which she did handily, making a gurgling noise that sounded like a small crow of victory. Of his hand and his heart that was being claimed a little bit more by her every second.

“Aw, Carla.” Ash whispered under her breath, “Carla. That’s perfect for her. I love her so much.”

“Me too, I don’t know how that’s possible. I-“ Victor trailed off. He couldn’t describe it. He had a new goal now, he would upend the world and drain entire treasuries to keep Carla safe and happy. Everything he’d do, he would keep her in mind every second, every day. His heart felt full to bursting with a new, unending sort of love and warmth and he thanked the gods above for his new baby daughter.

“I have so much to teach you.” Ash pressed a kiss to Carla’s forehead as the baby began to drift off to sleep.

Victor watched Carla, studying her cute face as she dreamt and yawned before pressing his own kiss on the top of her forehead, “I hope I can keep you happy.”

Everything changed. 

[rhomsfanfic]

Close to me

Summary: A few small scenarios corresponding to the song “Close to me” by Ellie Goulding Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Rating: Teen for suggestive content

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!!!! ( @cutesuki--bakugou ) Congratulations on your birth, thank you for being a friend that everyone could only wish for, to me ♥ You’re always listening to everything I brabble and I can’t imagine my boring days without you anymore!! I hope you have a lot of fun today, maybe some not-so-bad-on-your-stomach-cake and are surrounded by people you love ♥ Please enjoy my humble gift to you, nothing big this time but I hope you like it anyway!! ♥

Even though we both know we're liars and we start each other's fires We just know that we'll be alright

From one moment to another, he knew he had fucked up. Katsuki wanted to move forward cupping her face and wiping her tears away, but he couldn’t bring himself just one inch into her direction. The tears rolled punishingly over her fair skin and her glare could have ripped his heart into pieces, but the worst was her silent scowl.

“Sometimes you go too far,” Koge whispered, knowing he heard her just fine even though they had some distance between them.

He didn’t respond as he ran his fingers through the mess of hair on his head, letting out a growl. “You started it,” he mumbled eventually, crossing his arms and returning the glare. He hated it. He hated it so much. There was no way he had wanted to start an argument with her, hell, he didn’t want her to cry at any given time in her life.

Admittedly, he didn’t even remember what all their arguing was about. There had been too many facts poured into it, both of them tired, his work, the newborn, bills to pay and decisions to make. He loved her with all his heart, but there were times where he couldn’t help but go overboard when everything was crashing down on him. “Liar,” she called him.

“Who’s a fucking liar, goddammit Koge!” he hissed, holding back on yelling too loud, knowing the baby was sleeping in the room next to them.

But he instantly regretted it, seeing the tears grow bigger as they flooded her face, small winces escaping her. What should he do? Did she want him to hug her? Did she seek his comfort? His body was trembling from the feelings overwhelming him, and he couldn’t help but think it would be uncomfortable for both of them to hold each other like this. Letting out a quiet ‘Fuck’, Katsuki turned towards the door, ready to leave for a while. At least until both of them had calmed down a bit.

Though, before he could even open the door to their bedroom, he felt another body slam into his from behind, arms wrapping around his body almost painfully tight. “Don’t go now!” he heard her sob against his shoulders. Koge sounded as if she was angry almost, emotions he rarely really got to see from her, even though there weren’t many sides of her he hadn’t seen.

He could feel how her body was shaking just as much as his own, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Desperate, sad, lonely. She was seeking comfort, and if he had been true to himself, he could need the same.

Turning around in her embrace, he reciprocated her hug, squeezing her tightly against his chest. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. With his head buried in her neck, she couldn’t see his expression, but she was sure that his voice was shaking as much as his body. “It’ll be fine,” he muttered, and Koge believed him, slowly loosening her hold on him.

“We’ll be alright.”

Even though we're kicked out the party 'cause we both hate everybody We're the ones they wanna be like

“Do we really have to go?” he grumbled, not moving an inch as Koge pulled on his hand. “Come on, Katsuki! They invited us both, I can’t just go alone!” she reminded him, leaning into the tug. “I already put on my make-up, you can’t keep me hanging now!” Her efforts were to no avail, as she was barely able to shake him with her pulls. Not even her arguments were strong enough to make him reflect on his opinion and accompany her to the party the two had been invited to.

“I don’t want to see that shit-face of Deku’s, and the others are just there to talk shit about how cute we look and all,” he kept arguing, shooting her a judging gaze with squinted eyes. Koge had seen this look way too often to even care about it anymore, simply continuing with her pulling. “But we DO look cute, babe. You never take me out anymore and here’s the perfect chance to see our friends!”

Katsuki gave a low growl to that, which immediately made Koge add another point, “Stop pretending you don’t care about your friends! You’re a big softy for them!” With a yelp, she was unable to catch her feet as he suddenly took back his hand from her, the momentum bringing her to the ground. “Ouch…” she mumbled, rubbing her behind, before gathering herself and getting up again.

She was just about to start another argument when she got surprised by him standing in front of her. “Fine, if you absolutely must go. But I do not care about them and most of them are not my friends,” he mumbled, moving towards the bathroom to wash his face. Not minding his words at all, Koge could barely hide her excitement if not for her poker face, running after him. “In the worst case, you can blow something up and they’ll kick us out for sure, okay? Just for an hour or so,” she negotiated, happy for his cooperation.

“You betcha.”

So don't let me down Keep me in trouble Born to be wild Out in the jungle

“It’s your turn,” Katsuki groaned, letting his full body weight crash into the sofa next to Koge. “I can’t,” she whispered in return, feeling just as exhausted as he did. Around the two of them, the laughs and piercing shrieks of their children echoed through the room, the little monsters playing indoor tag.

“Ka. Tsu. Ki,” Koge moaned, a big headache forming in her mind. “Make it stop!” Propping himself up on his elbows he glared at her, starting to say, “The fu-” before catching himself, his offspring rapidly quieting down from one second to the other and listening to him. “Oh my god,” Koge groaned. “It worked.” Her last words were almost just a whisper as she stared horrified at the children who had halted in their tracks too, looking back and forth between their parents.

The older one, Matsuki, slowly approached Koge, tugging on her shirt. “Mommy? Did Daddy just say a bad word?” he asked, giving her a worried look. She smiled softly, reaching out her hand to brush over his hair. “No, baby. He almost did but he didn’t.”

“Fu!” it yelled suddenly from behind, making the three of them turn to their youngest, the quite energetic Natsuki. “Fu! Fu! FU!” she yelled, before giggling and starting to run again. “Natsuki, no! That’s half a bad word!” her brother screamed after her, the two of them instantly proceeding their game of tag under shrieks and random ‘Fu’s every now and then.

Exasperated, their two parents leaned back again, groaning into the cushions of the couch. “We almost had them quiet…” Katsuki mumbled. Surprisingly for him, Koge gave him a small chuckle. “But it’s quite cute, isn’t it? Especially Natsuki loves you enough to run around saying what you did and she doesn’t even speak yet.” Koge flinched as he pinched her nose playfully, turning into a giggle afterwards.

“Such trouble…” he regretted, though he felt a little better by now, ready to tackle the two energetic children. But before he could get up, Koge reached for his hand, tugging him back. “Wanna get a third one?” she asked, giving him a mischievously upside-down smile. Pushing a pillow into her face, he hid the smallest hint of a blush as he processed her words. “Isn’t this… jungle, enough for you?” he asked, gaining another laugh.

“Maybe,” she responded, and even though he shook his head he leaned down, giving her a small smooch on the lips.

They heard a simultaneous ‘Ew’ from the two kids, who again, had come to a halt to watch their parents interact.

“I’ll give you ‘ew’, you squids! You better run!” Katuski immediately startled them, making them yelp and giggle as they ran away from him, one after the other being caught and swung into the air. Koge couldn’t help but watch her lovely family, a warm feeling spreading through her body as she realized what an amazing thing she had gotten with them.

And I don't wanna be somebody without your body close to me And if it wasn't you, I wouldn't want anybody close to me

“Noo, get off meee,” Katsuki brabbled pushing off the hands of some lady-fans that had gathered around him. “I’m a married man, I love my wife.” Instead of giving them any more attention, he took another sip of his drink. Eijiro gave him a small chuckle, watching his best friend down one drink after another. “You’re desired as always,” he mumbled, shifting the fluid in his own glass from side to side.

It wasn’t often that Katsuki asked him to go drinking with him, so of course, Eijiro had taken the chance to have some manly time with his best friend. “Tsk,” he heard from Katsuki as the fans finally scurried away from him, being caught off-guard by his rough shoves and bellowing voice. “It admirable you’d say that after she kicked you out,” Eijiro added, downing his liquor.

“You don’t get that, man! She’s pregnant, that makes her moody,” Katsuki explained, almost as if he was talking to a child, with big hand gestures. “It’s not like she doesn’t like me, she just doesn’t want to see me at the moment and I respect that.”

“Said like a man,” Eijiro laughed, patting Katsuki’s shoulder. “Still amazing you didn’t even look at the girls. They are pretty and Koge can’t forbid you to look.” But instead of a response, Katsuki only shook his head. “I don’t need to look at this fucking chickens, they are not Koge. Also, wait until I tell that to Nene!”

Swallowing hard, Eijiro let out an embarrassed laugh. “Please don’t, I didn’t mean that.” The two men sat there in silence for a bit until a sudden buzz reached their ears. With another click of his tongue, Katsuki took out his phone, letting his eyes wander over the message. “Koge wants ice cream,” he explained shortly after. With a small groan, he got off from his chair, pulling out his wallet to pay. “Nah, man,” Eijiro muttered, pushing his friend's money away.

“The fuck, let me pay for my drink!” But Eijiro just shook his head again, giving his friend his glass where a little bit of alcohol was still in. “To your baby,” he toasted and for a second, Eijiro thought to see a small, content smile hush over Katsuki’s lips, before their glasses clinked against each other.

“To my little squid.”

'Cause I'm an animal, animal-al, like animal, like you And I don't wanna be somebody without your body close to me

It was these times at night, he loved the most.

Admittedly, they were long, kind of stupid and dominated by a sleepy girlfriend in his arms, but he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. “Then, if not lions, maybe we’re like penguins?” Koge muttered, letting out a long yawn right afterwards. She should have fallen asleep long ago, but Katsuki blamed it on her drinking an energy drink whilst watching a movie, so instead, she was in a delirious state of half-asleep, half-ready to battle questions about God.

“What the fuck, Koge. I am not a stupid fucking bird wearing an ugly suit.” His answer only made her giggle softly. “But Katsuki, these are feathers, not a suit,” she explained to him, readjusting her head on his chest. Another yawn escaped her, as she hugged his form with her arm and entangled their legs. “If you’re tired you should just go to sleep,” he mumbled. “Mhm, but it feels so nice when you play with my hair…”

He let the long strand of hair twirl between his fingers, before letting go of it and instead running his hand through her whole thatch. Once his hand reached her neck, he urged her head back, allowing him to kiss her tenderly and unexpected.

“Maybe I need to give you a better reason to be tired?” he asked her, his second hand already slipping under her shirt and over her skin.

“That’s what I mean, you’re such an animal, Katsuki,” Koge replied, giving him a tired, but mischievous grin as their lips met in another, this time more exciting kiss.

It was these times at night, he loved most of all. It was as if it was just him and her for a while, no heroes, no villains, and no other disturbances, aside from their breathing which got caught into each other, creating the melody of their love.