Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun.

He knows he could be obsessed over something else:

His cat-shaped scarlet eyes; how stunningly pretty they are, how with just one glance they can make you feel as if your soul is being examined.

His muscles, oh lord, his muscles. Shouto could and has run his fingers over them for hours, always marvelling at how firm and lethal they are, burning into his mind their shape and all their crevices so he could distinguish them even in the darkness or blind.

His fighting skills or his leadership ones, how he always ends up emerging victorious no matter what hardship they find themselves in, no matter how strong and scary their enemy is, or if the sea is throwing its best at them; he never falters, he’s never wrong and always guides them all to victory and back home, safe and sound with their ship filled to the brim with all the treasures they’ve raided.

But no, the thing Shouto is obsessed with are his braids. He loves how Katsuki’s head looks when he has his long, ashen-blond hair tied up, braids covering his sides, only for his long locks to fall in a cascade behind his head.

Katsuki meets his eyes and smirks as he knows what Shouto is thinking.

Shouto doesn’t look away, he’s not ashamed, but he eventually does as some of their men call for his attention.

They are almost back home; the watchman can already see their town. As they get close to the dock, Shouto smiles as all the men stand up, ceasing their rowing to yell and celebrate the drums that are welcoming them from their latest adventure.

Katsuki stands up in their ship’s bow and roars.

“We’re back! And we bring our chests filled with gold from those extras of the south who thought they could win against us, as if the Bakugou clan was weak, as if we weren’t the best vikings around!”

Everybody goes crazy and Shouto simply smiles, eyes fixed on his lover’s braids.

After the welcoming feast is over, he slides away and lies naked on their bed, patiently waiting, even if he knows it’s a matter of minutes.

His fingers tingle and his mouth waters as he can’t wait to tangle them all over Katsuki’s hair, caressing and fawning over his tight braids, messing them while the man wrecks him with his touch.

When Katsuki finally appears, he wastes no more time as he gets undressed himself and takes him. Shouto doesn’t struggle, quite the opposite: he spreads his legs wide open and crooks his finger in a silent invitation.

Katsuki pounds him and starts to kiss his skin, leaving bites and open-mouthed kisses all over his collarbones, marking him as his as he prepares him for the main course.

Digging his fingers into his skin, Shouto moans unabashedly as Katsuki is nailing his spot with such ease that it always overwhelms him how well the man knows his body, how well-versed he is. Throwing his head back, he arches his body as his orgasm hits him, flooding all his senses.

As he lies under Katsuki, while the man is still ramming into him, and observes him through half-lidded eyes. The second his arms don’t feel like lead, he starts to caress the man’s braids, smiling as he can feel them a little bit wet from his sweat.

Katsuki’s rhythm falters for a bit before he snorts and thrusts rougher into him.

“Again, princess?”

“Can’t help it,” he rasps hoarse.

“Tsk, your hair is prettier, you know?”

Shouto shakes his head. “No, my king, yours is. So sexy and pretty. Katsuki… my Katsuki.”

Katsuki curses and comes, body crashing into his as he pants right next to his ear. Shouto wraps his legs around his waist, keeping him right there as he loves the weight of his man over him.

Yes, Shouto loves Katsuki’s braids, but the thing that fascinates him the most is how this powerful man has chosen to love him.