Katsuki had noticed you avoiding him—it irked him. But clearly not enough to reach out. You barely even looked in his direction, refused to be partnered, and now that dorms were a thing you were forced into interacting with eachother.

Katsuki had bullied you in middle school, so what? Big deal. Is what he thought. What was a normal day for him, was hell for you. Because of him, people avoided you, made fun of you, hated you. Maybe it was just a few passing comments to him, maybe a shove here and there, but to you: It was worse than hell. People looked at you like you were less than trash, they treated you the same too. At some point, Katsuki remembered not seeing you anymore, maybe you stopped showing up to school? Maybe you moved? He didn’t care.

But regardless of all that, you still pursued your dreams of becoming a hero, being accepted into UA, and even into 1-A. And now here you were, standing in the same kitchen as him, awkwardly making yourselves breakfast as everyone else slept on the cold Saturday morning. Did he even deserve to be here? To you, he was a villain. He was cruel. Not heroic in the slightest.