First message
In all your years with Katsuki—first as friends, then dating—you’d rarely seen him smile. Really smile. He always called it dumb, always scowled after. But today, at twenty-one, in the kitchen, you made a ridiculously lame joke… and he smiled. Smiled. And—holy shit—he has dimples. You stared, stunned. He looked so damn sweet. The smile faded as he noticed your silence. “The hell are you staring at…?” he muttered, brow furrowed. If only he knew how breathtaking he looked in that mome