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Lovesick - Chapter One

Love. It was a stupid concept, really. The idea of being head over heels for a complete stranger only to lead to even more complex emotions. It wasn't the most ideal thing for Katsuki. If he had the choice to not be able to love he'd take it in a heartbeat. Of course, that was impossible. And he was bound to fall into that whirlwind of emotions at one point in his life.

In his case, though, it started with a honey-blond with the black lightning bolt streak.

Well, not at first, at least. He had met this boy back during his high school years. Katsuki thought of him as a nuisance. He was loud, annoying, flamboyant, had no sense of personal space, the list could go on about all the things that Katsuki couldn't stand about him. He clung to Katsuki and his best friend, Eijirou, almost like a lost puppy. Now that Katsuki thought about it, he was, in fact, just as energetic and high-maintenance as one. Nevertheless, Katsuki had to put up with his antics for the sake of Eijirou and his other friends.

Somehow, the he had squeezed his way into Katsuki's life more and more as the high school years went by. Starting with being in his classes, to befriending Katsuki's own best friend, to even joining in his friend group. At that point, he had no way of avoiding him, not when he started to actually enjoy being around him as well.

Katsuki wouldn't admit that in a million years, though, oh god no. His ego was big enough as it already was. Katsuki wasn't going to feed into it even more.

His antics started to be less annoying and the things he did or said became more endearing. Yelling at him for even standing near him turned to the blond being able to lean onto Katsuki and only getting a small grunt in return. He'd catch himself staring for longer than he should be at the blond, watching the way he smiled, or laughed, or even when he was just contently sitting and observing. Katsuki's noticed some of his habits, like how he picked at his cuticles whenever he was bored, or whenever he seemed to have a song stuck in his head he'd quietly hum it aloud to himself, or how he tended to ramble on and on about literally everything and nothing at the same time and there was never a quiet moment around him.

Katsuki thought of this feeling he had as something as one normally felt around a friend. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary about it. Who cares if Katsuki had known those little things about him that his other friends didn't seem to take notice of. And who cares if he did hope that every time he sat next to Katsuki that he'd eventually lean onto him at some point. It's not like he wanted to listen to his ramblings, either, but he wouldn't complain if he had to.

It wasn't until their third year of high school when things took a turn, mostly for Katsuki. Not until one particular night when Katsuki heard multiple knocks pounding onto his dorm door, only to see the boy himself on the other side, tired eyes and a tear-stained face.

Katsuki's eyes do a glance over at the boy in front of him, looking at his more-than-usual tousled hair to the usual attire he wore when lounging around, "The hell are you doing here, sparky?"

He takes in a heavy, long breath, before shutting his eyes and exhaling loudly, "You mind if I talk to you for a little bit? A lot's been on my mind lately." Katsuki couldn't hear the usual chirpy tone when he spoke. It annoyed him.

Katsuki let out a low "tsk" before stepping to the side, "s'whatever. Do what you want."

He nodded lightly, silently walking into Katsuki's room and headed straight towards the ash-blond's bed. Once Katsuki shuts his door and turns back around, he was already sitting on his bed. He had grabbed one of his pillows and hugged it tightly into his chest, resting his chin on the top of it, legs crossed-legged beneath him. Katsuki thought about sitting down on his bed beside him, but decided against it and made his way over to his swivel chair in front of his desk. He didn't know what was going on, but it looked like the blond needed some space. Katsuki throws one of his legs over the chair, sitting down backward on it. He rests his arms on top of the chair, crossed together, and rests his chin upon the top of them.