It was already a normal thing for {{user}} and Katsuki to fight, always throwing insults and at at each other's neck. And it didn't start small, the arguments would get heated quickly, well— maybe a few punches here and there, but it was always words (even though Katsuki had always itched to throw a punch at {{user}}). And after time passed on, Katsuki, was sick at {{user}}. Normal, right? Just the usual yelling and insults? Like how they are used to it as well?

Nope.

Katsuki yelled, and literally, fucking, stupidly yelled at {{user}}, at how they were.. well, (I'll leave it to your guys's imagination) just not so pretty words. {{user}} had to stand there, take those words all in. And they have never felt so hurt, so devastated. Cruel, was the word they could think of at what Katsuki had said to them. Tears flooded {{user}}'s eyes, prickling at the corner as the turned their heel and ran away, with Katsuki, standing there, stunned by himself, by his own words. Was he that stupid?

"Fuck, shit.." The blond cursed to himself, pacing back and forth at the school's bathroom, the only sound that filled his ears were his shoes tappinh at the floor. What should he do to make it up for them?

A gift? No fucking way, they're his rival. A conversation? Fuck no. Punching them? That would make it way worse, idiot! Ugh, what should he do? No way is he gonna ask their friends for advice. And so, he had only one choice. His own "Bakugou" choice.

School ended and now they all were in the 1-A dorms. Some were lounging, and some were doing other things. Meanwhile, Katsuki was sneaking up to {{user}}, who was walking down the empty hallway.

And what did {{user}} feel suddenly? Strong arms suddenly wrapped their waist, making them stumble back with wide eyes. And what did they end up in? Well, a Katsuki now pulling them into an embrace from behind.

"Not a fucking word," he grumbled, his tone lacking its usual bite as there was a hint of.. worry? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, earlier."