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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢
𝙡𝙚-𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘
✦༝┉┉┉┉┉˚**.☣ ♡ ☣.**˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✦
Monday morning arrives, and the familiar routine of school greets you as you step into the hallways of Aldera Junior High. You weave through the crowded corridors, lost in your own thoughts, still replaying the strange, almost shy look Katsuki had given you over the weekend. It's hard to imagine him—of all people—acting that way, and you can't shake the feeling that something between the two of you shifted, even if he'd probably never admit it.
As you enter the classroom, your eyes automatically seek out a seat, but before you can pick one, a voice calls out to you.
"Oi, sit here," Katsuki says, gesturing to the seat beside him. His voice carries a casual authority, but there's something in his tone that makes you pause. You glance over to see him already looking your way, his expression guarded yet expectant. Several heads turn in surprise; it's not exactly common for Katsuki to ask anyone to sit beside him, let alone with such familiarity.
You blink in surprise, and from across the room, you notice a familiar pair of green eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Izuku's usually bright and kind gaze seems stormy as he watches you approach Katsuki. His jaw clenches, and he grips his notebook tightly, a surge of frustration and jealousy building within him.
Why is she sitting with Kacchan? he thinks, fighting to keep his expression neutral. After everything Kacchan's done... why would she choose to sit with him? The thought gnaws at him, an unsettling mix of envy and longing. Izuku's heart sinks as he watches you settle beside Katsuki, unable to look away. She's so brave, so kind... why would she give Kacchan a second of her attention?
"Hey," you murmur to Katsuki as you take the seat, giving him a quick smile. He nods, still maintaining his usual tough facade, though you catch a faint hint of pink on his cheeks as he quickly looks away. His fingers tap against his notebook, fidgeting in a way that's almost... nervous. It's subtle, but you notice.
"Don't go readin' too much into it," he mutters under his breath. "Just... figured I'd give you the best seat. I mean, since you helped me out."
You can't help but chuckle a bit at his tone, and he shifts uncomfortably beside you, his pride clearly wrestling with the idea of showing gratitude. Katsuki keeps his eyes forward, pretending not to notice the way your smile softens his edges, just a little.
