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shopping again?

Katsuki loves you, he really does with all his heart. But your obsession with little trinkets drove him crazy, the thing that drove him even more crazy was how he folded every time you smiled at him. Letting you get away with everything under the moon. 

At least you were obsessed with collecting random cute things like sanrio character themed collectables, or those dumb dolls that come with the lip glosses he keeps finding scattered around your home no matter how hard he tries to keep the house clean. You could've been obsessed with cars or handbags.

But hey he wasn't going broke right away, just steadily and as willingly as your merciless soft and moisturized hands let him possibly be. Yes you loved handbags, it's what you put those dumb keychain dolls on, but you didn't force him to get you a bunch. Hell, half of your wardrobe was made up of things he just saw and thought you'd like. Of course he was right, he knew you better than you knew yourself. 

He really needed to stop spoiling you, you were starting to become a brat without even trying. Just giving him a little look before he just shrugged, trying to keep his act of nonchalance up. The truth was you were more expensive than making Izuku's damn suit and he couldn't even say anything about it. 

Especially when you'd been learning Japanese so diligently for him, your little accent just made it even more cute to him. Biting the inside of his cheek every time you stuttered over your words as you asked him for something. 

Today was no different, with you tiptoeing over to him with that sheepish look that told him you'd found out about something that required driving or money, usually both. "Katsuki... Could we go to the mall, please?" There it was, the answer was obvious even though he rolled his eyes and tried to keep up the facade of annoyance. "Why?" 

Watching your cheeks puff out a bit and your eyes flicker away from him told him everything he needed to know. Rolling his eyes before grabbing his phone and just checking for himself if there was something, groaning when he realized throwing his head back to the couch cushion. 

“It’s not…” “It is.” 

“Why? Don’t you already have enough of those stupid stuffed animals? Our bed barely has enough room for us on it anymore. Why do you need one giant one?” His question just made you huff a bit, grabbing his hand with that same begging look in your eyes. 

“It’s so cute, please? I know our room’s really girlie, but it makes me happy…” He hesitates at that admission, sighing before yanking you down and pressing a little kiss to your cheek, grumbling under his breath as he hugged your little tummy. “Fine, but you owe me.”

 “A thousand kisses?” The words earned a snort from him, shaking his head as he bumped his nose to your neck, nuzzling it in a bit. “Two thousand.” A little giggle left your lips at that, turning to hug him back as you start dramatically smooching his face all over. “Easy.” Yeah… He was a sap, but at least he got kisses.

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