Roommates (MHA)

One- Katsuki

Trigger Warnings:

-Self harm, blood, eating disorder/eating disorder behaviours-

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This is going to be hell.

Katsuki stared at the door to his new dorm room. He hadn't been expecting roommates, but the sign next to the door pretty much confirmed that he would be living with two other people. He scanned the names again.

Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya

He'd never heard of either of these dorks, but then again, it was his first year at this college.

I'm starting new this time. I won't get expelled. I promised my mom I would try.

In the past three years, he'd been to five different colleges, getting expelled from each one. It wasn't his fault. The colleges didn't understand. They didn't accept his lifestyle. Mostly, it was his roommates complaining that the room smelled like blood. Then the headmasters would find out and freak.

He'd really been hoping that he wouldn't end up with roommates this time.

He struggled to get enough motivation to open the door, and when he did, a couple curses slipped out. The two boys were already there. He'd seriously been hoping that he would get there first. Enough time to settle in before they began to pester him.

A greenette turned his gaze towards him and raised an eyebrow. The redhead beside him did the same, except a small smile was on his cheerful face. Katsuki felt his face heat up. Of course his first interaction with his roommates would start out with a couple swear words on his part.

"You must be Katsuki," the redhead said, his smile deepening. "I'm Eijiro, it's nice to meet you!" Katsuki blinked. No, it was not nice to meet them. It was terrible, actually. His lips formed a thin line as he walked to the corner bed. He could only hope that no one had taken it.

"Ah... we haven't chosen beds yet..." the greenette, who Katsuki assumed was Izuku, deadpanned.

"Of course you haven't, your shit's all over the floor," Katsuki muttered, eyeing the random bags sitting in the centre of the room. The slight bit of OCD he contained urged him to move the bags to the other beds.

Izuku cleared his throat and slowly kicked his bag under the bed next to Katsuki's. "Better?" The greenette asked.

"Much," Katsuki replied as he shoved countless things from his bag into the drawer of his bedside table. Eijiro and Izuku watched him with interest as he tried to hide the knives he'd packed within the other things.

"I don't mean to pry, but I don't think weapons are allowed in this school," Izuku pointed out, cocking his head at Katsuki.

God damn.

"They aren't weapons," Katsuki responded with a sharp edge to his voice. "Not if I don't use them to kill other people."

"So, you're a chef then?" Eijiro guessed. Katsuki snorted.

If you're guessing like that, you'll never get it right.

"Sure, Sherlock," he muttered, slamming the drawer closed. "Also, if you two are my roommates, here's what you need to know. Don't touch my stuff, don't annoy me, don't question my actions, and don't try to be my friend. Got it?"

Eijiro and Izuku exchanged a look, then Eijiro nervously gave me a thumbs up.

"Of course bro! We'll respect your boundaries!" He said before turning to his bed. He began to empty the stuff from his bag onto the floor. Katsuki's OCD tingled in his head, making him grit his teeth as Eijiro began to shove random things into the drawers of his bedside table.