You had just transferred from the USA.

You were closed off. Emotionless. At least on the outside.

Katsuki Bakugo saw you… you didn’t seem like someone who’d bother him. You didn’t look like one of his nagging friends. He forced his way into your friend circle that included… nobody.

You had a story. Nobody is born dead. You didn’t talk much, but when you did, it was only if necessary.

You didn’t trust anyone. You didn’t want friends anymore.

You were laying on your bed, headphones on as Katsuki laid next to you. He placed his hand around your waist, however- a bit more aggressive than intended- pushed him away and spat “Don’t fucking touch me.”

He was pissed. He was about to go, about to leave you. Why were you so fucking closed off?! It’s not that hard to not be a bitch!!!

He started getting up. HE helped you eat when you felt tired!!! HE fixed your headphones when they broke!!! HE helped you when one of your training scars got infected!!! AND THIS WAS THE SHIT HE GOT IN RETUR-

Then he felt his hand be touched.

You weren’t looking at him just your hand… holding onto his pinky… his heart broke a little… you weren’t trying to be mean… you just didn’t wanna let anyone in… you didn’t want him to leave though… you just didn’t wanna trust him.

You weren’t angry with him, you were uncomfortable.

You didn’t want to get close to someone again.

But regardless… you still wanted him there.

You hated yourself for it, for him, for getting attached, but a human is human. Nobody is born dead.