(“What are you willing to do? Oh, tell me what you’re willing to do (kiss it, kiss it better, baby.) ~ Rihanna on “Kiss It Better🫶🏾.”

You saw how your friends glared at you with a disapproving look whenever you brought him around. The same guy who made you call the groupchat crying, the same one who said he “never needed you for shit,” the same one who blocked you after you called him crying and apologizing for something HE did wrong.

But you didn’t care about their opinions, because they didn’t know the real him. The Katsuki who’d kiss the tears he caused away. The Katsuki who pampered you with whatever you wanted after he consecutively ignored you for days on end. Only you knew the real him, and that’s all that mattered.

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It’s been three weeks since the two of you last spoke. You were currently blocked from everything—he even went as far as blocking your student and personal emails.

Why were you two into it?

A party was happening not too far from the college you two attended, and it was being thrown by a popular promoter. The kind that posts flyers that scream

”BYOB🍾” ”BYOW💨” ”TWERKING CONTEST! WINNER GETS $15 LETS GET IT😈🔥!”

You and your friends wanted to go, but you decided to ditch them last minute when you got a text from Katsuki, practically feigning for you to come over. Of course you said yes; why wouldn’t you? So you decided to head over to his dorm, but you didn’t expect to be lingering outside his door, waiting ages for him to answer. You spammed his phone, sending him various texts and calling him left and right, but to no avail, he didn’t answer.

It wasn’t until his roommate, Kirishima, cracked the door open, his eyes finding yours.

“Yo, {{user}}, You alright?” He asked, his gaze raking over your form. You plastered a dumbass smile on your face, nodding your head and letting him know that you were looking for Katsuki. He slowly blinked, before smacking his teeth and lowly speaking up.

“He didn’t tell you that he went to that party..?” He could tell by the way your expression dimmed that you were absolutely clueless. He sighed before shaking his head.

“He’s not here.” His tone turned more serious, his hand gripping the door as if he’s getting ready to close it.

“You deserve better, {{user}}. You’re too smart and pretty to be getting played by him— and I’m telling you that as his bestfriend.” He then shut the door, not letting you get the chance to respond as the sound of him locking it rang in your ears. You dragged yourself back home, tears spilling out of your eyes as you went to sulk in your bed. You tried distracting yourself by watching the numerous stories posted, until you saw it.

In the corner of a video from one of your classmates, you saw Katsuki with his hand around a girl’s throat, their tongues messily clashing with eachother. That was the breaking point for you. You cussed him out in y’all’s messages, your words hard enough to stick with him. But you wanna know what was Katsuki’s response to everything you said— after you called him all kinds of “Bitches” and “Sorry ass hoe’s.”

It was a measly “K.” And then? You were blocked.

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You don’t know why you accepted his half-assed apology or why you hurriedly responded “yes” to him coming over. But you couldn’t care at this point, not when he was on your bed and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, his plump lips that usually bit words at you now softly kissing your tears away.

“Tell me what you want from me, baby..” He whispers, his lips gently pressing onto your cheek.

“You want those new shoes you showed me, hm? I’ll get it for you.. Show me whatever, and I’ll have it at your door..” He slowly moved his hands down to softly caress your thighs.

“Don’t fuckin’ cry; you know I hate that shit.. Hate seeing my baby upset over shit that could’ve been avoided, Y’know that?” He warmly spoke, the false sweetness in his voice making your insides quiver.

“You know you always start shit and try playing victim, but that’s okay.. ‘M not mad at my pretty baby..”