"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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"Oi! Idiot!"
As you approached the doors of the housing dormitories, your shoulders slumped. You didn't expect him to have found out so soon, but it was clear that he knew. His loud, angry voice was like a stabbing dagger to your brain, only there to encourage your headache.
He saw you immediately—because he'd been looking.
In fact, the whole reason he was outside the dorms with a salty frown, was because he was just going to start looking for you.
You turned to Katsuki and poked your tongue into your cheek. Eijirou was behind him—jogging, actually—trying to catch up and stop him from brutally murdering you for not ever contacting him about going out.
"You thought I wouldn't notice? Eh!?"
You looked at the nervous boy and shook your head gently. "Silly Ketchup couldn't do his job..."
He bowed, "I'm sorry Rina! I tried my best."
"It's okay," you walked to Katsuki, quickly making contact.
At the time, there wasn't anything else in mind that you wanted to do; nothing else you could do.
But hug him.
Your arms tucked under his and linked around his back, while you nuzzled your face into his chest.
You squeezed tight.
For a moment, he hesitated. His arms awkwardly hovered in the air before they found way around you, consoling and carefully holding your body.
A second ago, he was so enraged that he had been bamboozled by two of his best friends.
But now that one of them had projected vulnerability onto him in the form of physical contact, he had no choice but to soften his spiked exterior.
One hand around your back, the other gently planted behind your head.
He stroked it gently. "What's got you all sappy? You weirdo."
"I'm sorry for not telling you," you mumbled inaudibly into his chest that was only seperated from his skin by the thin black fabric of his t-shirt. "But you would've tried to stop me."
Eijirou stood beside you both, pleased to have not been scolded by you for not following through with his requests.
"Next time, send me a message. Or call me, idiot."
You nodded.
You understood perfectly. Over the past few months, you had been ripped away from him by the same few people countless times. It was probably overwhelmingly freighting for him to even know that you were on the streets alone.
He had no trust for the others—he couldn't bare seeing them take you again. He knew how much of an effect it always had on you.
And better yet, you didn't know how you'd react if the roles were reversed and someone stole Katsuki from you.
