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"𝓞𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼, I go out walking..." you sang under your breath as you wrapped a bandage around Katsuki's wrist; a cut had opened.

"I end up on a tree-lined street..." said boy murmured along.

You lifted you head up and tapped the AirPod. "You're a Mitski fan?"

"Yes, I am. Now unpause the music." He snapped.

You smiled softly and tapped it again.

Katsuki and you hummed in harmony as you finished wrapping it up.

"Do you put dressing normally?" You asked in concern, pausing the music.

"For fuck's sake— No, not really." He tapped the AirPod again.

Now that you were done, you kinda stood awkwardly in front of Katsuki who sat on the closed toilet seat. He noticed your unease and sighed, rolling his eyes.

He pulled you onto his lap, where the two of you started singing quietly together.

"I don't need the world to see..."

"That I've been the best I can be..."

"But..."

"I don't think I can stand to be..."

"Where you don't see me..."

Both of you closed your eyes, holding each other's hands.

"And autumn comes when you're not yet done...!"

"With the summer passing by...!"

"But, I don't think I can stand to be...!"

"Where you don't see me..."

The music slowly died out, and you opened your eyes.

"Hey, you forgot something." Katsuki broke the silence.

"No, I memorised all the lyrics by heart." You said proudly.

"No, I mean—" he sighed and lifted his wrist to your mouth.

"What—"

Suddenly, memories flooded you.

"Katsuki-chan! Katsuuuuki-chaaaan!!!"

The nine-year-old blonde sighed and looked your way.

"Wha—"

His expression suddenly darkened and he ran towards you, using his explosions to quicken his speed.

He wrapped his arms tight around you, eyes wide with murderous intent.

"Who. The. Hell. Hurt. You?"

You shivered in his glare, which he softened.

"Please, (Y/N)-chan, tell me."

You sniffed, pointing to the playground entrance.

"A-A m-mean boy t-tripped me...!" You cried, sobbing into his chest.

You felt him stiffen and growl.

"He's gonna fuckin—"

He yelled the rest of his sentence, launching himself to the playground.