"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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As you deadlifted a fallen tree trunk over your body, you felt a burning, intense gaze pierce the back of your head.
You dropped the log, spinning around.
"Fuck do you keep staring at me for, Blasty!?"
He sat on the floor of the forest, crossed legs, watching you work your physical body to it's limits. Your legs were bare, sweaty and the defined muscles were shaking in small spasms.
"Just admiring the view."
You put your hands comfortably on the curves of your hips, "Fuck. After all this time, you're still a pervert."
He grinned, "Well, after all this time, you're still hot."
You rolled your eyes.
"And you're my girlfriend. So i'll stare at you as much as I want," he calmly adjusted his sitting on the soft foliage. "Unless you get uncomfortable."
You were never going to win this battle, you knew it. And, you still wanted to carry on working, making sure not to waste time. So, with a huff, you turned back around and lifted the log again.
He watched in silence for a few squats, before saying anything else.
"Your legs are really muscular."
You knew that.
The amount of training and heart-wrenchingly merciless pain you had endured over the past few years—along with kickboxing, fighting and teaching yourself how to use your quirk in your legs—it's no surprise that the muscle has built up in your thighs and shins.
You just didn't like showing it. You didn't like showing any part of your body to anyone.
Aside from Katsuki.
He always told you to stop covering yourself when you're naked, but you always felt the same overwhelming scrutiny that made you want to hide every inch of yourself.
"From this angle, you almost look like you could be a man."
You drop the log to the ground with a thud again, and spin. "I could say the same about you, asshole."
He couldn't help but feel a little offended.
Even though he thought of you as his cute little feminine girlfriend, you were always finding some impossible way to challenge his masculinity.
