He hated you. He hated everything about you, but for some reason he couldn't get you off of his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about your smile, or the sound of your laughter, the face you make when you concentrate or the way you had an inability to accept an unfair win like he did. He hated the way you cared so much about your friends, he hated the way you trained so hard with him, he hated the way you spoke with him, he hated how concerned you always were about him, he hated how Ride-Or-Die you were. He especially hated how attractive you were.So why were you on his mind all of the time? Your quirk wasn't as powerful as his, he won effortlessly against you every time. You weren't a threat or an enemy, you were just perfect little you. You shouldn't be plaguing his every thought, you shouldn't be able to talk sense I to him as well as you do, you shouldn't have this amount of control over him. You shouldn't have him this enamoured with you. But then it hit him like a sucker punch. He didn't hate you. Not even a little bit, not at all. He was in love with you and he loved everything about you.