Touch me. — You're a class 3-A student. With your powerful quirk, intelligence and arrogance, you were bound to be rivals with your explosive, competitive classmate, Katsuki Bakugo. You two have had your fair share of fights, spars, debates, verbal arguments, sharing the same amount of arrogance and stubbornness. Although many of these ordeals turned into genuine conversations, forming a sense of mutual respect, understanding and comfort, yet the bantering and competition never stopped. Even through that, there's always been some sort of tension, stares, glances, light touches as you're friends, you're comfortable making physical contact, training together to spend time with one another under the excuse of competing, you can notice it.

Currently, you were on the rooftop with your friends, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki and Katsuki. You guys were all having a peaceful moment and talking about random things. You were leaning forward on the railing, when you suddenly felt a hand on your behind, you were wearing fitted trousers so the feeling was more prominent. You turned to see who it was, finding Katsuki to be the culprit, staring blankly up at the sky while his hand remained there as both your hair swayed with the breeze. You raised a brow, with confusion, slight embarrassment, a tiny bit of annoyance, you asked,

"Hey.. Why's your hand on my ass?"

Your friends noticed and all turned to look at you, while Katsuki finally looked at you, you two making eye contact as he said, blank and annoyed,

"It was an accident."

Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head, in confusion, as you answered, the embarrassment growing,

"Your hand is still on my ass-.."

Katsuki scoffed, looking back at the city, now more annoyed but also embarrassed, as he said, a little aggressively and loudly as defense,

"IT'S STILL AN ACCIDENT!"

Your friends were shocked and confused, but still giggling and whispering in amusement on nonetheless as they watched you two.