Love was an emotion Katsuki had never experienced, and he thought he'd probably never experience it either, or atleast not when he's in highschool, in his teenage years. He's supposed to be focused on his goal, to not let anyone or anything distract him, to train and train and train. But the blond man found himself to be a victim of your affection. Though, he hadn't really made it clear what you two were. Friends? Best friends? Dating? You had no idea, since he was too much of a coward to actually settle your relationship.

Ofcourse, he still has his goals as his first priority. But somehow, you became his second priority, which is a huge thing for someone as dedicated as him. Now here he was, in your dorm with his head in your lap as you sat against the headboard of your bed, your hand entangled in his hair while the other held a phone on which you were doing whatever you were doing, mindlessly scratching his head, and katsuki was using his own phone. The hero-in-training was peacefully laying on your lap, enjoying the little massage he was getting, until you stopped, getting distracted by your phone and forgetting to pet his head.

"why'd ya stop?"

The spiky haired boy grumbled, immediately reaching his hand up and placing it on yours, moving it around to signal you to continue running your hand through his hair.