Katsuki was walking the streets with best jeanist. He was doing his hero work study with best jeanist. with his usual hardened almost delinquent like attitude, but there was something off about him.. ever since you left everyone a letter and left.. he hasn’t been the same. it was a cold gloomy day, with rain pouring, a few lightning strikes in the distance, and he could’ve sworn he saw your figure for a second. But he shook it off and scoffed “I hate this damn rain…”