𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ( 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 ) 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!!

• So This Is Love..? •

CW :
INTERNALISED HOMOPHOBIA

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THREE YEARS AGO...

Katsuki had been acting... differently, around his best friend, and he couldn't figure out why.

For one, messy dark curls, soft-looking peach lips, porcelain freckled skin, and tired carmine eyes that sparkled like precious jewels whenever he got excited, and that adorable little smile he made when he was trying not to laugh at something Katsuki said or did, all of it was always on his mind.

What was wrong with Katsuki?

He was his best friend, so why was he thinking about him like this? Why did his body react so weirdly when he was just trying to talk to him?

His hands would keep on sweating and sparking, much to his displeasure, and he couldn't help but fidget with said explosive hands when they were talking!

His heart would pound like a drum in his chest, and he kept having to suppress the urge to hold his hand, or find out what his lips felt like! Not to mention how warm his face would get when he laughed, oh, that heavenly laugh, Katsuki swore he could've listened to it for hours...

What was happening?! Was it normal for kids his age to feel this way about their best friends? Always thinking of them and wanting to be close to them?

No, this couldn't have been normal. There was something wrong with him. Definitely.

So, after a few months of this going on and the feelings only growing stronger, Katsuki reluctantly decided that he had to talk to someone about how he was feeling. The third wisest person he knew. (Third, because his old man was out grocery shopping that day, and he obviously couldn't talk to Mikumo about it.)

Wiping nitroglycerin from his hands and onto his pants/trousers, Katsuki opened the door to his house and walked inside, instantly greeted with the smell of the old hag's home cooking.

"Hey brat, you back already?" The old hag said, turning away from the food she was frying in the pan to look at him.

He hummed in response, trying to calm his nerves as he sat down at their wooden dining table anxiously. "Uh, hag-"

"Don't call me that."

"Old hag, then. Can I talk to you?"

The abnormally serious edge in her twelve-year-old son's tone made her decide to let it slide just this once, as she turned off the stove and set the pan aside. She then walked over to Katsuki, sitting opposite him.

"Is there something on your mind?" The old hag asked, brows furrowed in worry.

"I- uhm..." Oh, great, now Katsuki was blanking! What was he supposed to say, again? He really should've planned this out beforehand, this was going to be a complete disaster, he-

No, he had to calm down. He had to keep his composure, and just spit it out and get it over with, just like he always did.

"So, lately, I've been feeling and acting kinda... uh, different around Yamikumo..." Katsuki began, cheeks tinted with pink as he looked down at his fingers.

"Like, whenever he's around, I start to feel all tingly and happy, like really happy, and then my heart feels like it's about to explode, and my hands start sweating a bunch..."