Imagine our little greenie walking upto this huge handsome blond guy asking for help.
“Hi! i know you don’t know me but I really need help can you please pretend to know me because this guy has been following me since
half hour now and I’m scared” he rambles all out in a single breath.
Katsuki, the big handsome blonde, looks at this cute little thing with a brow raised.
“Where’s he” he asks Izuku while circling his hand around Izuku’s waist and smiling a little.
“Mm..must be somewhere behind me..red and white hair”
Katsuki casually looks around and sure spots a man stopped in tracks looking at them in disbelief. Katsuki on que pulls Izuku close and tells him he’ll help.
Katsuki was a big guy and could easily take on that stalker and
that’s what he tries but Izuku stops him saying he doesn’t need to create a scene and just needs help in losing that guy.
Katsuki walks them away from that place and when it feels far away and safe he releases Izuku’s hand and asks him if he is holding up
alright, and if he should call him a cab home. Izuku wants to thank him for helping and asks if he would like to go grab dinner as a treat.
Katsuki agrees after Izuku insists meanwhile Izuku shoots a text to his best friend for running away without telling him anything and how he would explain it later. XD
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Just an idea which I didn’t have the energy to flesh out 😂
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He was a little sad that he had to leave the house and start living in the city. He gets it, it’s better in the city, better work better pay better working conditions but he is going to miss home.
He is going to miss the coziness of his bed, he is going to miss sitting in the sunlight out on the porch, he is going to miss the hustle and bustle of the house filled with people.
He is going to miss waking up to the sweet scent of breakfast, he is going to miss the sweet voice calling him downstairs … ah the voice!
That’s probably what he will be missing the most.
That sweet innocent voice, those green doe eyes, those unruly soft curls,