Fuck You, Fuck Him.

Chapter 1

A school full of loud, hormonal teenagers wasn't Katsuki's ideal place - far from it. Even after two years he hadn't gotten used to it and now, since they were in their third and final year, all he needed to do was survive.

Granted, he could be classed as one of the said loud teenagers. He didn't exactly think 'hormonal' was the right word for him. It described his classmates almost to a T though.

They were at the age where instead of hopelessly clinging onto and chasing dreams, they were hopelessly clinging onto and chasing each other. Katsuki found himself amongst a bunch of people eager to put themselves out onto the dating scene (with the few exceptions of course). Unfortunately, his group of numbskull friends were not omitted from that. In fact, he often found himself alone nowadays.

There were the mornings and during lesson where they would come and talk to him. He supposed he could go to them as well, but he didn't. During their breaks, at lunch, and after school it was always girls this and girls that.

Where he could have related very much to their unwillingness to do work or exhaustion in previous years, he found himself not being able to relate to them at all. All they ever spoke about was what girl they were talking to, what girl they found attractive, the obscenities that they got up to with said girls. Kaminari and Ashido were the worst for it, it was almost unbearable to be around them whenever they opened their mouths.

Thus, he spent most of the school day alone.

Sometimes he would sit in the classroom and work. Sometimes he would sit on the roof if the weather allowed for it.

The weather today was particularly good and so the roof is where he found himself quietly munching on his food. He would admit that it was rather lonely, he'd never say it out loud of course but he often found himself staring into nothing. Whether it was down at his food or up to the sky, there always seemed to be a growing pit in his stomach. It was an empty, bottomless feeling he hated. He always starts drowning himself in self-pity, cursing his friends for leaving him on his own. Back in first year, he never would have imagined doing it.

Back then, he preferred being alone. He liked his independency. He had this aggressive exterior, and an interior fortified with concrete walls miles thick. Now look at him. He was alone like he had wanted. He had put distance between him and his friends on his own and yet, here he was, on the verge of tears over it.

Maybe it was the fact he had gotten frustrated with himself for doing so. His friends had put in so much effort to simply be around him, heck, he wouldn't be surprised if they got fed up with him from time to time. All that effort was for nothing now. A waste of time really.

As his thoughts turned sour, he no longer felt like eating. It would ruin the taste of the food. He imagined the few tears that fell into it as well wouldn't make for a good thing to eat - he imagined it would only make him cry more. He got up, abandoning his lunch box by the door where he was sat, to look over the railings and out into the distance.

Truth be told, he wasn't supposed to be up here. It was off-limits for students. Katsuki had simply destroyed the lock with his quirk to get through. It seemed a bit excessive, but it was quiet up here. Sure, the wind was cold, and, under normal circumstances, he hated the cold, but it was peaceful. It did mean he was always almost late getting back to class, often he was late. 

He wished sometimes he could just ignore the bell and stay. Skip maybe one class, maybe the whole afternoon. He'd get in trouble no doubt. Obviously, he would. He couldn't exactly rock up to class with a tear-stained face though, could he? It may be a bad look if anyone caught him, but they won't. No one knows where he disappeared to, thank God for that.