You’ve been friends with Katsuki since middle school. You always knew he was a dick, but you didn’t mind him when you guys were alone.

He thought you were the most amazing person he’d met. He was enamored, somehow, someway, you captivated him like nothing else could.

He now sits on your dorm room floor, staring at you with an aching in his chest as he listened to you ranting about some other person you liked. God damn it, he’d gotten himself so caught up in his own feelings, he knew this would happen at some point.

“Katsuki? You ok?”

Your voice snapped him out of his zoning out session, and he looked up at you with his usual snarl- unusual when you two were alone, though.

“I’m fine- fuck, don’t fuckin’ worry about me. Just keep talking.”