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Katsuki never liked holding hands. It took a war for him to realize all the love that surrounded him, and he hopes it won't take another one for him to start showing it. Until, of course, Izuku came along.
Of katsudon, love, and memories, and the green-haired boy who personifies it all.
Or: a one shot character study of bkdk's relationship, a smattering of angst, some banter, and my first official foray into fanfiction. Not beta read, and English isn't my first language so the grammar might be janky. Rated T for a little swearing because, well, Bakugo. Characters aren't mine, might be OOC but oh well.