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It happened out nowhere. They were lounging, drinking a couple of beers, both of them buzzed but Katsuki more so. He giggled here and there, watched with unfocused, glazed, blown-out pupils as Himiko stood up and grabbed two more beers from the fridge. She flopped on the couch, sinking back into her corner as she handed an unopened can towards Katsuki. He giggles as thanks and cracks it open, taking a heavy swig before setting the can back on the coffee table and trying to watch the random movie on the TV.
“Do you… wanna, wanna watch something else?” Himiko whispers, as if unsure of her question.
“This ‘kay,” Katsuki mumbles out, batting his eyelids towards Himiko.
Himiko focused back on the movie, the bright colors illuminating their dim living room, street lights from the outside shining barely enough light into their apartment. Katsuki took another swig before scooting his way to Himiko’s side of the couch, letting himself lay on her bent leg. He hummed in satisfaction as he turned to face upwards, his deep crimson eyes looking almost black in the dim light. He giggled again, soaking in his girlfriend’s features as if it were the first time he laid his eyes on her and reached an unsteady hand up to cup her chin and cheek. He shivered as she leaned her head into his touch, her smile wide and gaze meeting his own.
“What’s gotten into you?” She says softly, cheek still cupped by her boyfriend’s large hand, “that’s your last beer; clearly you’ve had more than enough.”
Katsuki hummed. He squinted his eyes for a moment, deep in concentration, then relaxed his face as his fingers now traced around her button nose and rosy lips. “Let’s get married.”
“Sure,” she starts, “wait…” She sucks in a breath as she does a mental double take. “You’re too drunk.”
“‘M not, les’go get married,” Katsuki states matter of factly, still underneath her, still with his head cushioned by her thigh, still with his hand hovering around her face. “Mean it. For realsies.”
Himiko couldn’t hold back her laughter. “The Katsuki Bakugou telling me ‘for realsies’? Damn, you’re wasted.” She shuffled her legs and lifted his blonde-haired head before settling in a loose crisscrossed position, his head now in between the crossing of her legs. He swore he could feel the heat radiating from her cunt in the center of his head.
“That not an an’wer, Himiko,” he pouted but she let out an airy laugh again.
“You’re wasted, Katsuki, you’re just drunk off cheap beer and being a hopeless romantic. We can talk about it after you’re hungover.” He rolled his eyes and she sighed, “I pinkie promise, we never break those.”
She held out her pinkie and waited for his uncoordinated hand to interlock with hers. They held together for what felt like eternity, watching each other’s eyes intently, golden honey blending in with deep crimson. When they let go, the both focused on the end of the movie playing on the TV.