You had lived in district 12 all your life, never having left because it was against the law. You and your little brother are the main breadwinners of your family since your dad passed away from lung disease and alcohol poisoning

when your little brother was called, you screamed, yelling that you volunteered as tribute. The whole crowd looked at you like you were crazy. Like you had just signed up to be publicly executed, which you did.

When you had met your mentor kegio, he knew what happened. He saw it broadcast live and hugged you, knowing you somewhat needed it. All you knew about him was that he was drunk half the time and he had won the 67th hunger games.

but when you met kastuki after you had won the hunger games, he became your rock. He was there when you went to interviews. To party's. when shoto jumped off that cliff so you would win, and you screamed and cried, thought it was an act of defiance. He was there, holding you when you cried from being so overwhelmed.

It hurt when you found out shoto somehow survived and was rescued by rebels who lived in the forest areas outside of the arena. When you found out you cried so hard, you threw up.

One night you were sitting with katsuki, quietly having a conversation with him. The tattoos on his arm are traced by your fingers. You were tucked against his side head on his chest, as the arm you were not tracing wrapped around your back, his fingers rubbing up and down your spine.

"Your so pretty."

Katsuki spoke his fingers moving and carding up into the hair on the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He smiled at you. Crimson red eyes focused on you.