#kacchako

After months of dating, Ochako concluded that Katsuki isn’t a fan of kissing in public. He’s okay with other public displays of affection, it would seem, but never kissing.

He didn’t seem to mind when she embraced him in the common room while their classmates were there. He would hold her hand when they’re walking home after class. Heck, he even obliged her when she spoon fed him when they’re out on dates.

“Hey. Why won’t you kiss me in public?” She asked him suddenly one day. They were in his room studying for their upcoming exams.

“Hmm?” He spoke slowly, finishing up on the practice problems. “What’d you say, Cheeks?”

“You never kiss me when we’re outside.”

That appeared to get his attention, as he put his pen down and closed his book. “What brought this up?”

“Nothing.” She slumped over the desk, her forearm cradling her head. A few strands of hair fell to her face. She moved her other hand to push it away, but he beat her to it.

He carefully tucks her locks behind her ear, and he slowly leaned towards her to place a chaste kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes, soon letting him gently part her lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss.

He caressed her cheek and pulled her in even more, allowing her to breathe in his unique scent that she loved so much. She is thankful they weren’t standing, as her knees were already starting to get weak.

They parted for air, and she stared at him with half-lidded eyes. She felt the warmth still spreading on her face, and she just knew that she was giving him the most love drunk smile to date. Damn, she loved him so much.

He smiled back at her.

“This look on your face? There’s no way I’m allowing the extras to see this.”