ᵒᵘᵗʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵒʸ
ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐᵉʳ, ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ,
ᵇᵘᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡᵃʳᵛᵃ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ,
ʰⁱᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳᵃᵈᵒ,

ᵗᵉⁿ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵍ,
ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇᵒᵈⁱᵉˢ ˡʸⁱⁿᵍ, ʰᵉ'ˡˡ ᵈʳᵃᵍ,
ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳᵃᵈᵒ,
ᵃ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵒ.

ᵏᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ'ˢ ᵖᵒᵛ
"Good morning baby!" He said cheerfully, his crimson hair stuck to his head as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

He was faking the cheeriness, and I knew that. I had known when he started staying out late. I didn't dare question it, but something told me he was unhappy.

I remember that time, when he dared enter our apartment fully wasted and drenched in rainwater. Without even greeting me, he dropped his belongings on the ground and headed for our room.

I was never the type of man to get jealous easily. Never the type to invade someone's privacy, but just that one time, he no longer had my trust. I remember contemplating whether or not I should be going through my former boyfriend's belongings, and I remember exactly what set off the need to do so.

I didn't have him standing before me, and so I couldn't do a double take. But I was more than convinced that his tan neck was littered with reddened marks.
He looked disheveled, and had seemingly limped to our bedroom.

I remember how I dreadfully approached his crimson red backpack and began searching it carefully. I also vividly remember how his phone began vibrating from inside the back pocket. My fingers grazed over the red artificial leather as I inhaled sharply. Finally grabbing the phone and stumbling to our marble kitchen counter.

"Babe? I said good morning." He said as he analyzed my face with fake concern. His eyes said it all, because no matter just how kind and loving he liked to act around me, his eyes looked dead.

His eyes

His eyes made me regret everything about our relationship.

"I'm fine, shitty hair. Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" I replied stubbornly, looking away from his tilted head and slumping myself over in our black leather couch.

"You called me shitty hair..." He said in disbelief. I hadn't called him that since we started dating around three years ago. He shook his head as though trying to shake off undesired thoughts.

I looked up at him and shrugged. Grabbing the remote control as I turned the TV on. "Guess I relapsed." I said, shifting my focus back to the news.

He chuckled awkwardly as he headed to the kitchen, turning on our coffee machine as he inserted one of the capsules in and placed a glass cup under the dispenser.

"Pro hero Deku: the rising symbol of hope, saves an entire neighborhood from an incoming villain attack. We are lucky enough to have him as a guest here today, and we're going to be asking him a few questions." The blonde reporter's voice was both stern yet bubbly, and seemed rehearsed out of its authenticity. I shifted on the couch, my eyes never leaving the enormous flat screen.

"Wow, Izuku seems to be doing great, huh?" Said Kirishima as he sat beside me, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position. He sipped his coffee with disinterest and laid a spare cup in front of me.

"Wouldn't expect less from the fucker." I said in an attempt to shush the male beside me. "Oh and babe?" I said, making him turn his head and look at me expectantly. "I'm sorry for calling you Shitty Hair. I've been out of it lately, also, I'm watching the fucking tv so I hope you don't mind if I ask you to quiet down for a second." I stated yet again attempting to give the TV my entire attention.

He nodded at a ridiculous speed and accommodated himself so his head was resting comfortably on my lap. I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through his humid hair. Finally being able to properly watch the news.

"W-well... It's not l-like I don't want a partner b-but..." The greenette trailed off as his now sharper emerald eyes showed that he was panicking.

"That idiot." I said in amusement. Hearing Kirishima laugh softly, covering his face with my leg. I ruffled his hair and smiled to myself.

"I- I think it's just too much to be a hero and have a relationship. I've had issues with relationships getting in the way of my hero career, and believe it or not, they weren't even romantic relationships." Just like that, his dorky stutter was replaced with a somber aura, one that for some reason the reporter was unable to read.

"What do you mean they weren't romantic relationships?" She asked, inquiring further into the situation.

"Uhhh... It was one-sided, couldn't even call them a friend. I had fallen hard for them, let's just say that they despised me but I'd still do anything for them. This was back in UA, and by the time we graduated we were on slightly better terms. Basically, relationships aren't my thing because I usually give them my all and neglect everything else! That's all I have time for today, sorry." He concluded finally shifting back to his cheery personality.

My eyes widened as Kirishima looked up at me knowingly, anger accumulating in his facial features as he stood up abruptly and sat back down. His body was facing mine as he sat on my lap. His lips slowly approaching my left ear.

I had no time to react before he whispered in. "I'm yours, Katsuki, I expect you to be mine too." I shivered and slammed him against the couch, pinning his wrists up with my hands as I hovered above him.

"Yours, right. I'm yours..."