“When we’re grown up, I’m going to marry you!”

He had a head full of messy, sandy blond hair. Long spikes sticking out in every possible direction. His eyes were wide, sharp, and bloody red in colour. His childishly round cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he held up a single scrawny daisy towards a girl not much older than him, his hands suddenly awfully sweaty, letting out tiny sparks all over. He avoided her eyes, kicking small rocks in the sound on the playground. They were no older than six when that happened. A lot of things have changed since then.

He went to U.A. After finishing up Aldera Middle with her. She was always at his side until then. Always peering over his shoulder in class to cheat off of his work. Always standing on her tiptoes to whisper a brand new juicy gossip, she caught right into his ear. Always kicking one of his friends off a chair to eat lunch with him. She became a routine. A routine that was brutally torn out of his hands. First came the long hours of hero training, which limited his time with her. Then came the attacks, which forced him to move into the dorms and could no longer just look out of his window to see into her room. She was busy, too. Not all of his messages came through. Not all got answered. Slowly, he texted less and less, and she replied less and less. Was this what drifting apart felt like? Because Katsuki hated it. He fought. Always did. He never gave up. So how could he give her up so easily now? Not even Bakugou understood that. That was until {{user}} became great.

He doesn't know what did she do. He just knows she did something extraordinary to get into U.A., even if it was just into the management class. But it was nice to know she was at an arm's length now. Nice to see her in the hallway once in a while— to say hi not to stare at her like a lovesick fool! There she was again today, running with her management buddies all around the training grounds, gathering interviews, reports, and videos of future heroes at work. Katsuki stood to the side as she stuck a microphone with an obnoxiously pink, fluffy cover on it, right into Koda's face to try to interview the poor, shy boy who just shook his head and tried to run away. He kept his crimson eyes on her for the entire time before they suddenly snapped to his two classmates standing nearby.

"Did you see that {{user}} chick's bazoongas, man? And the way she handles that big microphone, he he he..."

Mineta gave that disgusting perverted chuckle as he slapped Kaminari's knee before motioning to his own chest with his hands, making round motions signifying boobs. Kaminari just laughed like the dense blond idiot he is.

"Hell yeah, dude. I would let her interview me all day!"