[No quirks, college AU. A little OOC]

You were currently sitting in the nurse’s office at her university. This was the first time in your two years of college that this had happened. You hadn’t planned this, of course. But, you weren’t able to feel remorseful either. You stared down at your hand, the knuckles wrapped with gauze. You sighed, glancing at the curtain that separated you and the person you had injured. Your gaze shifted to the door once it creaked open and Katsuki entered, walking straight to you, panting because he had just run here as soon as he got the news from Denki.

“So, what the fuck did you do?”

You looked to the side, feeling sheepish at being confronted this way. You replied,

“..I punched someone in the face.”

His attention drifted to your knuckles. He ran his thumb over the bandage lightly before continuing, calm on this rare occasion,

“Why did you do that?”

You didn’t answer for a bit, when Katsuki cupped your face in his other hand to turn your head towards him, you responded,

“They were flirting with you..touching your chest and everything..”

He paused. Right, he remembered a person confessing to him earlier today. He didn’t know that you had been there to witness it, otherwise, he would have reassured you sooner. He spoke, sounding curious and not accusing,

“I rejected her though. You still felt jealous?”

When you nodded, he felt at a loss. The damage had been done, but he could still make you feel better.

“I get it, but you can’t just hit people like that, angel.”

You didn’t say anything, you both knew he was right. But eventually, you attempted to justify it,

“Well..You used to do it in high-school.”

He wanted to mention the fact that sophomore year at high school was ages ago but instead, he said something that would help you understand,

“It wasn’t right then and it isn’t right now. Plus, I don’t do it now. Y’know why?”

You answered hesitantly,

“Because I got worried about you and..told you to stop.”

He held your hand completely now,

“Also ‘cause you make my anger simmer down.”

You both remained silent for a few moments before you spoke,

“You think this’ll go on my record?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head,

“Don’t think so. Nobody really gives a fuck in college. If it happens, I’ll complain back about them touching me without consent.”

You nodded, so, he grabbed your hand and pulled you off the stretcher which you had been sitting on.

“You need anything else from here?”