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imagine ex-boyfriend katsuki who is desperate to show you how much he’s changed. who is sitting in your living room late into the night waiting for you to come home. and when he finally hears the jangle of your keys, he’s uncertain if he’s ready to plead for your forgiveness.
you flick on the light and drop your bag by the door, sighing. as you turn around, you run your hands through your hair. sad, red eyes meet your wide ones and you scream in fright.
“KATSUKI!” your hand clasps over your erratic heart as your chest rises and falls. you shake your head in disbelief.
you stutter, “w-what’re you doing here?” he looks away, gathering his courage.
he grunts, “why’re you home so late? you never get back this late.” you stare at him in shock, blinking dumbly as you try to register his words.
“katsuki what the fuck?! it’s none of your goddamn business! now get out!” you yell at him. he sighs, hearing your words and seeing that furrow between your brows. you stalk over to him, hands on your hips as you stare down at him.
you grumble, “how did you get in here?!” tch. he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to the golden light. your spare key.
you exclaim, “you still have that?! katsuki.” you gaze to the side, noticing how your cushions are positioned neatly on the couch, a contrast to this morning.
you huff, “you can’t be here, katsuki. we’re over. that’s it, okay? i know it’s hard but what’s done is done—”
“i’m not done with you,” he grunts.
you shake your head, “well, i’m done with you. so get out!” he sighs. you gaze at him harshly, seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and the mess that is his hair.
he mumbles, “ya know, i texted you every day. every single day. why didn’t you ever respond?”
you scoff, “because i blocked you, katsuki! god, can you just get out, please?” you step back as he stands up. you gulp nervously as he steps toward you. you forgot just how tall he is.
“katsuki—” he pulls you into his arms and holds you firmly. you wriggle in his grasp, shoving at his chest and cursing at him to let go. but he doesn’t budge an inch.
he mutters in your ear, “i missed you, baby. missed you so much. i know you need me right now, so let me take care of you… the way i should have when you were still mine.” his grip on you tightens, hands pressed flush into your back. you give up on trying to escape him.
if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve missed him too. these past few months have been hard for both of you. but it would have been harder if you let him continue taking you for granted.
you sigh as you rest your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. you let your mind drift back to those good times before everything fell apart. waking up to the familiar warmth of his body next to yours, his delicious cooking, his soft eyes only for you. you breathe out shakily.
you mumble, “it doesn’t work like that, suki. you don’t just get a second chance.” you feel his arm muscles flex around you.
he clears his throat before saying low, “i know, honey. i know i just… fuck. there isn’t one day i don’t think about you. i regret losing you. i promise you that i’ve changed. that this time i’ll—”
“katsu—”
“just!” his voice cracks as he continues, “just give me tonight then. to show you how much i love you. please.” you inhale his musk, letting it fill your lungs and burn them. you pull back and gaze up at him. his gaze is so sad and vulnerable, like an abandoned kitten left out on a rainy winter night.
you gulp before whispering, “just for tonight.” he nods solemnly as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, sealing all of his unsaid emotions inside it.
time stills for the next few hours as katsuki makes your favourite dinner (he stocked up your fridge) and showers with you. his touch is gentle as he soothes moisturiser into your face (he’s got your skincare routine memorised).
just like old times, you cuddle up in bed together. you sigh into his warmth for the nth time tonight. he holds you close and strokes your hair, lulling you to sleep.
and when you wake up, he’s still there, just like you always wanted him to be.