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Another day, another slay! That's what Katsuki would absolutely never say, and he would rather fucking die than utter those idiotic words!

Anyway, it was Friday, every teenager's favourite day of the week. After all, it was the perfect day for hanging out with friends, or if you were a lonely little bitch, you could do literally anything else! Like sulk and rot in your room! That's what Katsuki always says!

But more importantly, today officially marked five days since he had started getting the love letters, and how all of his plans to find out who wrote them were always somehow completely foiled.

And even though he wasn't sure how many of those love letters he was going to get, he was going to find who the author was, or die trying! — Or he'd die from being too flustered. Either way was plausible.

But how would he accomplish this? (Whoa, fancy talk jump scare!)

He could've... tried getting up even earlier? No, Katsuki really couldn't be bothered to, and let's just say he was not a morning person.

Continuing to scheme in his head, Katsuki walked through the school doors as usual, before going to his shoe locker and putting on his shoes.

And, of course, his new letter was there, the pink heart sticker mocking him as normal.

Carefully pealing back the rude sticker, Katsuki readied himself for the amount of NOT embarrassment- oh, who was he kidding, of course he was embarrassed!

The letters were always so sweet, and made his heart fucking flatline just at the thought of them! And yes, he admitted it, he did get flustered at them! He knows, who would've ever thought?

╓——————————— ♡ ———————————╖

a pretty face
perfect body-

___________________________

Nope!

If Katsuki was going to have a fucking aneurysm from reading the rest of that, then he wanted to do it in the comfort of his own home!

Putting the letter in his bag, Katsuki pondered his next move. He could've... oh! That Takeyama girl! She said that it was a 'he'! They were male! That was a lead! (She may have not been completely useless, but Katsuki was grateful that she wasn't his secret admirer.)

Okay, so with that information, he narrowed it down to... uh... maybe- no... uhm... carry the one...

Katsuki had no idea!

Alright, that wasn't much help... what else did she say?

"You okay, dude?"

Katsuki ignored Shitty Hair, lost in thought. He didn't even pay any mind to Shitty Hair dragging him to class after the bell rang, or when he sat him down in his seat.

What else could he have done? Track down every single male with a name beginning with 'y' in his school and confront them? No, word would spread like wildfire and then he'd become the desperate laughingstock of the school, and he still didn't need murder on his record!