You and Katsuki didn’t talk much outside of your dorm rooms. I mean, god, people would mention you and he’d act like he forgot who you were. But contrary to popular belief, you were definitely his comfort person. After every tough training, he’d come to your dorm when no one was awake and snuggle up with you. Did it make you a bit upset that he viewed you as nothing but emotional help? Sure, but it’s not like you could stop.

“Everything fuckin’ sucks…”

He groans into your shoulder, his arms around your waist with his hands under your shirt, his legs pressed against either sides of your hips.