♡ I Fell In Love With IcyHot ♡

♡ loving him to the ends of space ♡

"What are you reading, Katsu?"

"Milk and Honey." I respond, paying a little more attention to the book in my hands.

"It's poetry?" he asks me, sitting next to me and resting his head on my right shoulder.

"Yeah, mostly things about femininity and the shit that women go through." I explain a bit more in detail before offering the book to him.

He takes it with his right hand, reading the short verse on the open page.

"on days
like this
I need you to
run your fingers
through my hair
and speak softly"

His voice is quiet and soothing, his left hand massaging my scalp in between the ash blonde locks.

"Oi. They're poems, not instructions, Shoto." I smirk, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"But they still work." he counters, smiling back as he closed the book and resting it on my lap.

He wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

It's almost like he happens to be interested in everything I do

Either he's just being kind or . . . does he like reading the same stuff as me?

It's lunch and we're sitting on the roof in the faint sun and enjoying the bliss of having each other's company.

I made bentos for both of us this morning so he went downstairs to throw the trash away somewhere and that brief moment, was long enough for me to get bored.

Every second without him is killing me slowly

"Katsuki do you have plans for this Friday?" he asks me, almost in a whisper next to my ear.

A chill goes down me spine but a shy smile appears on my face.
"No, why?"

"I wanted to know if I could take you out."

I couldn't contain my excitement and help facing him.

"A date?" I practically scream, my cheeks dusted with the light pink color that doesn't seem to go away whenever I'm alone with him.

He chuckles, "Yes, a date. But I'm the one that's paying."

He gives me a serious look, but it makes my smile bloom even more.

"Yeah I know that."

I kiss his lips gently.

He kisses me back, the pressure sweet and loving.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead on top of mine.
A cute habit he's grown to have with me.

"And I was also thinking that maybe, if you feel okay with it, that you could meet my mother on Sunday. I usually go and visit her on the weekends but lately I've been busy with assignments and training."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."
I say, flinching back from his tender touch.

There's this look in his eyes that cracked my heart a bit, but that's because I made the mistake of pausing at the wrong moment.