From what everyone knew, you and Katsuki were a contrasting black and white that melded flawlessly.

Some, the closest to the blonde, thought they were soulmates definitely made for each other.

Reckless at times, getting back at weird hours, disappearing into the bathrooms together or winding up into some trouble because they’ve been caught doing something inappropriate.

Since they’ve already dived deep into the art of romance and lust for months, you didn’t really think something like this could turn out to a silent agreement of ‘zero attachment.'

Neither was on the opposite side of believing you could become something more serious, none of you had a specific name for whatever this thing was.

But when Katsuki says, “We’re not actually together.” In front of your friend group, you suddenly feel like you’re on a complete different page.

You seem to be so upset to even voice out what the hell was wrong in that one sentence.

Katsuki wasn't lying, after all.

You knew it.

How could he reciprocate such a strong feeling?

Why would he?

If only you had taken your time to analyse the way Katsuki kisses you with all the emotion his lips can hold, fills his mouth with your name and holds your heart like a flower.

It could actually get through both of your thick skulls that this wasn't solely a casual thing.

“{{user}}?”

A concerned, half-annoyed stare overtook Katsuki’s expression, pausing the intrusive thoughts in your mind.

“The hell’s wrong with you? You’re tense. If you want to stop, just say so.”

Katsuki speaks, a calloused hand squeezing the exposed shoulder where your thin sweatshirt hangs low, a faint trail of darkening marks decorating your neck.