you sigh, walking back into the classroom a lot more dejected than when you first walked out. it is during the middle of a lesson, so while you notice the red hot gaze of your best friend burning holes into your head, you don't turn around to look at him until the class ends for lunch.
you don't have to turn around to know he's waiting next to your desk.
"yes?" you ask, resting your head in hands with a sigh.
katsuki yanks your arm before your head can land safely, and you almost face plant on your desk before you catch yourself. you turn around to shoot him a tired glare.
your gaze falters when you see the concern on his face. well, he's really just frowning, but deciphering the different versions of katsuki's classic look of general displeasure was your specialty.
"i'm fine," you mumble, looking down. "'s just my mom again."
"that bitch-"
"-as much as i appreciate your willingness to sock her in the face, you would not survive the amount of lawsuits my batshit mother would hurl at your family, and you know it. i'll just go along with her demands." you tug at his wrist until you maneuver him into the seat in front of you.
the rest of your classmates have left by now, but your friends hang by your desk, looking concerned. katuski waves them away, and hesitantly, they all leave. sero ruffles your hair on the way out, and you muster up a weak smile at them.
"so, what's your old hag want this time?" katsuki asks, once you're alone.
"same as the incident from last summer," you reply. "a date."
"is it that son of a bitch with the horns again? i'll break both of them again if he takes a step near you," katuski fumes. you roll your eyes, remembering the disastrous events that occurred when a son of a politician your mom set you up with a summer ago was beat up by katsuki after he kept harassing you.
"i don't think it's him. also, you were lucky my mom had leverage over his dad because if she didn't cover for you, you'd be in so much trouble." you reprimand the blonde, but he's not listening.
"that piece of shit deserved to get beat up." he crosses his arms.
you laugh, standing up and patting his arm. "don't pout, baby," you tease.
"hah? who're you calling baby?" he gets up after you, and you let out a shriek of laughter, dodging his lunge by shoving a desk into his legs and darting out the classroom.
"don't worry katsuki, you can be my baby," you stand near the door and wink, and you don't stick around to see his expression, the thundering steps behind you as you sprint to the cafeteria your only indication that he was catching up to you.
your earlier sadness is forgotten when you crash into your seat at your friends lunch table, katsuki hot on your heels.
"what's up with you two?" kaminari asks, when you attempt to hide behind him and fail miserably.
"we were having a race and i won!" you smile, knowing katsuki would react.
"what do you mean you won you fucking cheater, you shoved three desks in front of me and tried to topple a locker on me!" he retorts, propping down into the seat next to kirishima.
"oh but the great katsuki would have been able to handle that though, right?" you bat your eyelashes at him sarcastically, and he simply sighs.
turning to steal the food off mina's tray, bakugo gracefully shoots you the middle finger, and you laugh.
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"thank you for the ride," you bow your head to the driver your mother assigned you that afternoon and move to open the door to the vehicle. the car had pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant, and you looked disdainfully at the uniform you were in. she couldn't have waited for you to change?!
you shake your head, placing a hand on the car door to open it. your heart rate begins to pick up when the door doesn't open, and you quickly turn your head to look at the driver. your quirk quietly crackles to life in your hands, ready to fight the man who wasn't letting you out if necessary.
"aw come on, you don't recognize me?" your eyes meet katsuki's in the rear view mirror, and you sigh.
"you can't be serious."
"i think it's very insulting that you think i do anything without being serious about it."
"not the fucking point, katsuki." you pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. "please tell me you didn't hurt the driver?"
you can see his evil grin in the rear view mirror. "come on, who do you think i am?"
"..."
"your lack of faith in me is shocking, really." katsuki shakes his head. "i left him with enough cash to get to the other side of japan by train if he wanted to, are you satisfied?"
"you're not coming inside are you?" knowing the answer, you ask anyway.
"of course i am." he gets out of the car and opens the door for you with a mocking bow.
