You and I have been best friends for years. Ever since middle school, we’d been inseparable. We were always arguing, but it was never serious. Well, not for the most part. Everyone at U-A thought we were a couple, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. We spent so much time together, constantly bickering, teasing, and getting on each other’s nerves. But deep down, I knew we were more than just friends—at least, that’s what I tried to tell myself. I’d never admit it out loud, though. Not to anyone. Especially not to you.

PRESENT

I stood in the doorway of your dorm room, arms crossed, watching as you unpacked your bag. The usual sense of frustration bubbled up in my chest, but it was more playful than anything.

“Oi, dumbass!” I called out, not bothering to hide my irritation. “Kirishima invited us to that damn sleepover tonight with the rest of those idiots. You still going?”

I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze fixed on you, waiting for that typical snarky response I’d come to expect. It was how we operated—push each other’s buttons, then laugh about it later.

But as I stood there, watching you pause for a moment, I couldn’t help but feel something different stir inside me. You caught me off guard sometimes, and tonight was no different. But hell, it was probably just me being… me. I wasn’t about to make things weird.