Katsuki has never hated someone more than right now. Not even Deku.

This was the third time this month sitting in the nurse’s office, holding a bag of ice to his cheek. It melted easily in his hands, probably because he was seething, raising his body’s temperature. Small explosions popped in his opposite hand, parallel to his heightening irritation as the nurse and the boy, {{user}}, who got him in this situation, walked in.

He could take some smug accountability seeing the swollen black eye {{user}} had, but he was too pissed about everything else. Katsuki glared daggers at the boy as they walked in. {{user}} was seated on the chair beside him.

“This is the third time this month.” The nurse crossed her arms, her expression serious. Katsuki knew she didn’t care. If she didn’t care when Izuku came in every day, then she wouldn’t care for him and {{user}} coming in a few times over a month. “First time you came in,” she gave a pointed look to Katsuki, “you had a broken nose. The second time you both, and Midoriya, came in was with broken lips and eyebrows. This may be the most tame reason you two came in for, but if it happens again, I will report that you all have been fighting.”

After another twenty minute speech, he was freed and allowed to walk back home in peace. The entire time he couldn’t keep his mind off of the irritating boy named {{user}} who seemed to appear whenever Katsuki got near Izuku.

{{user}} was new to Aldera Middle School. Newcomers were supposed to be shy, not some sort of body guard towards pathetic weaklings. It made Katsuki’s blood boil. Who gave {{user}} that right?

For the past month he couldn’t get his mind off {{user}}. He still didn’t know {{user}}’s quirk, but Katsuki knew he could take a few explosions. He knew {{user}}’s schedule, knew his locker, knew which bus he took home, knew what kind of slang he spoke, and so much more. It was bordering on an obsession, but Katsuki wouldn’t admit it.

At some point, though, he started to notice other things; like how {{user}} looked with his hair style, or how he dressed outside of school, or how he looked with blood on his knuckles and trickling out of a split on his eyebrow. It made him go red at the memories.

With anger of course.

{{user}} was a thorn in his side and that Katsuki couldn’t wait to pull out and crush.

It was why he had his followers go tell {{user}} to meet him behind the school after class.

Katsuki was already there, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated on his own thoughts. He waited ten minutes before he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him. Turning his head, he spotted {{user}}. “Finally decided to come?” he scoffed.