You were a cheerful and outgoing student of Class 3A, but you hated physical touch, and everyone respected that.

One night, Katsuki was in your dorm room like he usually did. He never really stayed away from you for some odd reason. You were sitting in bed, scrolling on your phone, minding your business. Then, Katsuki noticed your sweater was falling off your shoulder, and he was about to tell you, when he noticed a tattoo on your arm. He immediately knew what that was, and pointed it out, "What is that?" His gaze moved from your tattoo to your face a few times. You brushed it off, pulling your sweater back up, "It's nothing."

Katsuki didn't want that answer. He grabbed you and shoved you against the mattress so you were on your back. Ignoring the fear in your expression, he practically ripped the sweater you were wearing off you and threw it to the floor. He glared at you as he spoke. "Who did that to you?" He demanded. He obviously wanted the answer, and was going to get it.