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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞
𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭
𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

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TODAY WAS A PEACEFUL DAY before a certain hot-headed male entered the classroom, a hateful glare plastered all over his face as his eyes reached a scene Fumikage expected him to overreact from seeing. Before he could be yelled at, too, he slid into his chair, not uttering a single word. No surprise that (name) interjected and explained to Katsuki that they were making plans to eat lunch together. Rather than get angrier Katsuki, simply demanded he join them.

Fumikage internally struggled between outright saying no and keeping quiet. He picked the latter since (name) did accept Katsuki's request with a bright smile. He can't go against something (name) is excited about.

Fumikage always found Katsuki's immense protection and possessiveness over (name) weird, obviously ignoring the brother factor. He's never seen not glaring or relaxed, but around (name), he smiles, he laughs, and he permits physical contact with no problem which all goes away the second (name)'s attention is adverted away from him. It might be just because they're brothers, but something is nagging Fumikage that there's another theory out there to explain Katsuki's actions that he can't put his finger on. The more he thinks about it, with Katsuki's character, he should really be treating (name) the same as everyone else.

His mind kept this hot topic fresh all for the duration of class until the semi-dreaded lunch period. Fumikage was considering finding this reason out by asking his friend until he realized there was a possibility it might dig too deep into (name)'s personal life Fumikage knows all too well (name) isn't the biggest fan of sharing. Especially his past. He's essentially built an advanced barrier around himself.

Fumikage felt flattered he was somewhat allowed through that barrier, in the end.

"Maaaaaan I'm starving!" Eijirō pats his stomach three times. He, (name), Fumikage, and Katsuki are heading to the cafeteria. "I had a light breakfast this morning so I've been killing to get some food in my body."

"I feel no different," (name) says. "Mom made a huge breakfast. I'm still pretty full." Katsuki didn't say a word. He stayed close next to (name), glaring at whoever glances at (name) while, interestingly enough, also taking a step closer to him. Fumikage noticed Katsuki's ways for a while but now that they were all together, he caught some fascinating movements he'd otherwise miss if he weren't walking on his right side.

Katsuki's left hand twitches (his left hand and (name) right hand practically touched), and his eyes constantly glance at (name) causing them to grow soft, but the greatest shock is Katsuki's flushed complexion. Come first glance, one would miss it, but the longer Katsuki's mellowed eyes stared in (name)'s direction, the pink grew. When it reached its darkest color, he'd look forward.

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