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(No cuz Kanae in the picture makes it sadder 😭💔)

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𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 back as you texted on your phone, you yawned and hummed, bored.

"(Y/N), dear!"

It was your mother, and you gave her permission to enter your room.

"Mitsuki-chan and her family are coming over for dinner today. Young Katsuki passed the U.A. Entrance Exam!" She exclaimed in her soft quiet voice.

"Oh, uh, amazing...!" You gave her a fake smile.

Both you and Katsuki hadn't interacted since the 'incident', the only exception was when he bumped into you in the corridor. You were now twelve and he was now fifteen. So, many months without talking. Like, ten at least.

Well, he did leave a gift on your doorstep.

It had come with a note:

𝒯𝑜 (𝒴/𝒩),

𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒.

- 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾💥💥

You had chuckled at his little explosion doodles after his name. You had carefully unwrapped the (f/c) ribbon from the plain wrapping paper, ripping the sheet in half to see the gift.

You had gasped.

It had been a pair of red Air Force Ones, but with little black thunderclouds sewed around the bottom, and the laces were blue and black. Another note had been stuffed in one of the shoes.

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒹'𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉.

𝐼 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃.

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 '𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔.

You smiled softly as you reminisced the event, and your mother took that as excitement.

"Alright! Mitsuki-chan said she'd send Katsuki here earlier— oh, that must be him!"

Her brown hair bouncing as she ran out of your room, she went to answer the doorbell, and you sighed.

Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and looked in the mirror.

Your hair was messy, (h/c) wisps sticking out, which really pissed you off. Your clothes were old and used too.

Sighing, you changed into dark green cargos and a black cropped top with sleeves. You tied your hair up in a high pony, leaving some strands in front. You even applied some faint mascara and some light red lip gloss.