you weren’t the most social person. you had your reservations in them beginning, who didn’t? people didn’t really know you, until you ended up calming everyone down when the school went on lockdown. this caused you to be elected as your class representative.

you slowly started coming out your shell, and now it’s the middle of the year and basically the whole class loves you, except one person. Katsuki Bakugo, the track star of the school.

you and katsuki werent a good mix. he spoke his mind to anyone who would and even wouldn’t listen to him. he had too big of a ego, but no one could flame it down with him carrying the track team on his shoulders.

it was currently the weekend and you were in the common room, doing your homework when the dormitory front door slammed open and slammed shut, by the one and only katsuki bakugo. it was 6PM and he had just came back from practice, what the hell were they making him do? he was sweaty and looked drained.

katsuki looked over at you, he didn’t have a problem with you. he though you were alright. you weren’t weak but you weren’t on his level either. he ignored you as he started moving upstairs, but as soon as he lifted his leg up to go up the stairs it’s as if his legs stopped working.

“practice wore you out huh?” you asked looking behind you and putting your pencil down.

“fuck off,” he said getting off the stairs and sitting on the couch besides you. you not up and handed him a cold water bottle.

he nodded at you, a form of him saying thank you as he opened the water bottle. he looked over at what you were working on, clearly confused.

“what the hell is that?” he asked before chugging the water bottle