the teachers at ua had planned a little event for all the students, some kind of celebration to congratulate them for a good year, or whatever it was. katsuki wasn't listening. tables of food had been set up outside the dorms with lights and what-not.

he could be training right now. possibly in the gym working out. or, the best option, in his room fresh out the shower on his phone. but no. denki and eijiro had dragged him down and outside to join them for a bit.

surely enough, he got tired of all the bustle quickly, ate a bit, then slipped away once nobody was looking as he set foot for the dorms again. "waste of my damn time," he uttered under his break, kicking away a rock that was in his way.

it was just him walking down the path, or so he thought when he heard the faint skid of shoes on the ground behind him. he pays no mind, until they gradually get louder and closer. "the fu-" he turns around with a swing of his arm, his fist caught by a hand.

by your hand. the hand of someone he can actually tolerate and doesn't get pissed off at the sight of. if it was anyone else, he would've blasted already. "don't walk up so eerily like that you asshole", "i'll kill you". that, or he would've punched you straight up. maybe twice.

"shit, sorry," he drops his hand, fist heavy. "thought you were... someone else." he tries to come up with an excuse, but he can't. he would've for sure made your nose bleed and knock you down on your ass if his hand made contact with you.