A/n: I'm doing a thing on tumblr where people can send me prompts and I'll write a 4-5 sentence drabble for the Kacchako pairing. They're not exactly 4-5 sentences, but I decided to share them here too.
There was something ridiculous about the fuss people made over flowers; fragile petals and stupid sweet scents - nothing made sense about the damn things, they were pointless and useless and did little to enhance a person's life ( herbs were completely different, he would argue, they had properties that stupid shit like fucking roses did not ). Yet here he was with a damn red rose, cursing and swearing at himself and how stupid he had got to be for falling for the damn trap and getting a stupid fucking rose for a stupid fucking adorab--just an idiot, and here he was, thrusting the bloom into her face.
"Shut your mouth. Just take the damn thing, roundface." A threat even before she could react, nonetheless obediently ( reluctantly ) she retrieved the blossom from him, careful to avoid the thorns that had been left alone - do the people who sell them not remove the thorns...?
A questioning gaze raised, but he only scowled, "You're not some fragile girl who needed them gone, " she was a rose thatbloody hell stuck her thorns into him, gripping him and his heart tight within a relentless grasp, making his stupid heart race at her stupid ass smile and stupid dumb giggle that she was fucking hell doing right fucking now, and damned be him if he would remove them willingly.
"I love you too, Katsuki."