ᵇᵏtruth bomb!

05

"talk. about what exactly?"

"you know what. you've been ignoring me." he let go of your hand, crossing them into his chest as he looked you over.

"did.. i do something wrong?"

"what? no! it's me!"

"you?"

"yes, it's me. not you. well i mean it is you, but not like that!"

"it's my fault?"

"yes– wait no. yes and no? listen-"

"so, you're ignoring me?" he stepped closer to you, eye contact fierce as you could see the mixed emotions in his eyes. betrayal, even.. insecurity.

"yes. well, i mean i don't– you don't understand!" you tried to reason, but he scoffed.

"save it. i know when im not wanted."

"katsuki! no-" you grabbed his hand before you even realized it, pulling him closer to you.

"i.." your brain was screaming at you to just admit it now before you would do so accidentally, but..

you couldn't.

"i can't tell you why right now, but it's not what you think."

his eyes rolled, he took his hand out of yours forcibly. "i don't think i even want to hear that shit. shove it."

with his hands now shoved in his pocket, he left you alone in that classroom. you walked to the table with wide eyes, never thinking you'd ever miss the feeling of being watched, but admittedly you grew used to it.

you acted that way out of fear of rejection, but did you just get rejected anyways? you hit your head against the lunch table in frustration.

"i'm an idiot." you muttered, muffled by the material of the tables below. momo patted you on the back.

"i mean, i called it." jirou said, taking a bite out of her food. "no way this was ever gonna work out."

"it really wasn't the best idea [name].." momo finally agreed, still soothing your back. "i mean, there was better ways of going about this. you just ended up pushing him away."

"i know that now. ugh!"

"it's not too late, there's only what? three days left? you can make it up to him on saturday."

"it's too late, i'm ruined."

"right.."

you don't remember the rest of the conversation. you didn't remember even walking up to class, or walking out of it to your dorm. you were in a state of mourning, dreading ever seeing him again. at least for the next two days you wouldn't.

that was the only thought that could let you sleep peacefully, but it made you wake up early regardless.

sulking as you got ready in your hero outfit, walking slowly to the train station with a bag you packed the week prior. mirko texted you the location in tokyo where you'd meet up this week, standing on one of the sides of the train station that seemed pretty busy today.

as the train came to a stop in front of you, you noticed that when the door opened, a familiar face was on the other side.

katsuki.

your eyes widened and looked away from his as you shuffled in, all the seats were full to you hanged onto the bar.

you didn't look at him, though you were jealous at the fact that he got a seat and you didn't. you sulked internally, feeling your knees buckle at not only your exhaustion, but the proximity to him.

there was only a small space next to him now, the kid who'd been next to him getting off at this stop. you eyed it, and he noticed, sighing and gently pulling you towards him.

you were shoved against him, though he said nothing to you.

"kat–"

"it's nothing. don't think about it."

he barely spared you a glance, though you felt you deserved it now. you sighed, instinctually leaning a head on his shoulder and dozing off. he didn't move you off of him.

you felt him lay his head on yours, the music from his outdated wired headphones leaking into your ear as you took a nap.

the time felt like nothing as you laid there, feeling like only a split second when you felt katsuki shaking you.

"yo, [name]. wake up." he called to you.

your eyes fluttered open, squinting at the fluorescent bright lights of the train.

"hm?" you mumbled, moving off of him to get up.

"we're at our station. or mine at least." he slung his bag around his shoulder.

"oh, this is mine too. coincidence."

"yeah."

at the news he grabbed your bag and held it. he waited for you to stretch you legs and neck, before walking beside you. "so, where are ya going?"

"to mirko."

"duh, i know that. but what is she doing in tokyo of all places?"

"oh, she just tells me places to go and i get there day of. she can't tell me anything, i think it's confidential?"

"mhm. well i'll walk you to your shit, i'm a future number one hero, not an asshole.

"well.."

"then walk by yourself." he threw your bag at you, walking faster and leaving you a bit behind.

"no, wait!"

you chased after him, and kept by his side. no matter which direction you turned, it was the same way he was going. until you finally just look at the address, and sure enough..

mirko decided to work at best jeanist's agency.
you felt a mix of emotions wash over you. annoyance, dread, anger.

"what's up?"

"mirko chose to work with best jeanist."

"what?"

"i know."

"she only did it to piss me off. ugh!" she kicked a can in the alleyway. they were in eyeshot of the huge agency.

"really, why would she even do that?"

"because of you." a hand slapped over your mouth.

"me? really?" you could hear the smirk on his face, he waltzed over to you. you were nearing the entrance now, only a staircase keeping you alone with him. you could even see the familiar white ears of your now enemy.

"what?

do you have a crush on me or something?" it was just a joke, you could hear it in his cocky demeanor.

but that didn't stop the hands that shot off your face involuntarily, as you let out a meek. "yes."

the smile was wiped off of his face now, shock filling his expression.

you ran into the doors, standing beside a mirko who greeted you warmly. a hand reaching out to grab you was now left in the air.

it felt like the air had left his lungs too.

because it turns out his feelings were reciprocal after all.