Again. Again you found your sweetly written letter for Katsuki completely scorched and at the foot of your dorm’s door, the one that took you a few hours to write because it was so undeniably long; basically pouring your heart out on a piece of paper for him.

It did hurt a little to see most of the things you’ve made for him scorched and burnt up, but it didn’t stop the long thought infatuation you have for him. Not by one bit.

You always take the time to cook things for him, whether it be bento’s or other food items. As well as little notes and such you’ve written him over the past couple weeks since your new found liking for him— some would say you’re hopelessly in-love, and yes, you would agree.

“I’m not taking your sappy ass love letter.” He retorted, pushing your hand away as you tried to give him another letter written by you; you had just been stupid enough to deliver it in person instead of sliding it under his door.

Even though his words were completely dismissive like the asshole he was, you wouldn’t give up— you were indefinitely, stupidly infatuated with him.