Somewhere near the beginning of third year, you started trying to win Katsuki over. He couldn’t say exactly when it began - there hadn’t been a clear moment, just a gradual shift. At first, he’d written it off as another crush. Then he realized he didn’t actually mind it.

In fact… he kind of liked it.

Not just the attention, but the chase itself - the way you kept coming back, no matter how unimpressed he pretended to be. You were earnest, a little desperate, trying far too hard in a way that should’ve been embarrassing. And somehow, that made you exactly his type.

What started as bold, desperate attempts slowly turned into pleading, playful clinging, dramatic sighs when he ignored you. He never shoved you away. Never snapped at you to leave him alone. He just let it happen, refusing to acknowledge it outright. Not because he wasn’t interested - but because he wanted to see how far you’d go.

That evening, after Saturday classes, he headed back toward Heights Alliance as the sun dipped low behind the campus. The concrete path echoed under his boots, each step steady and unhurried. He reached the engawa, paused for a moment, then pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the common room, carrying that quiet, unresolved tension with him.