Katsuki Bakugo, was totally, positively— SURELY, not falling for you.

He didn’t linger in the classroom after the final bell rang to watch you put away your things and make sure you left safely, just so he could stand in the doorway and you had to slide past him, and he certainly didn’t do it so your hands would graze just so slightly each time.

Katsuki is not soft, even when he trails after you on your way home— it’s the evening, he’s just a gentleman, and you take the same path to get to your neighborhoods.

He won’t offer you a pen when you forget yours,

And he definitely won’t share his carefully made lunch with you when you forget yours during training.

Except—today he did.

“…Here, take it. Too busy to eat anyway.” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, pushing the wooden box and chopsticks into your lap.

And he definitely, positively, did not ask Mina about your favorite food to specifically plan for this moment. It’s just a coincidence that he packed chicken katsu, alright?

And he’d really like if you got off his back about it, with all your… sneers and flaunting it in his face that he’s being absurdly kind to you as of late.

Because he would never, ever… Ever! Think of doing such a thing.