You kissed me, just to kiss me. Not to take me home.

It wasn’t often teenage boys truly wished for romance. You’d notice the chuckles from the back of the room coming from Kaminari and Sero as they talked about their dream sex partners, you’d notice the way boys from other classes stared at the girls bodies. Hell, even the guys like Todoroki and Kirishima weren’t all that innocent. You didn’t expect anything less from Katsuki. He was pretty damn popular and obviously hot, he could have whatever he wanted. This idea about him changed tonight. Because the other day, when he asked you if you wanted to study with him in his dorm, you expected his hand on your thigh within five minutes, or the hand on your shoulder creeping down towards the neckline of your shirt. But instead, the night was surprisingly pleasant. He was oddly patient with you, helping you with your homework and only poking fun at you for simple mistakes. He’d decided he’d walk you back to your dorm before you could even protest, the conversation trailing on through the corridors. Finally, he stood outside your door as you open it, one hand on the door frame and the other on your cheek as he leant in to kiss you gently. For such a rough ‘round the edges type of boy, he was surprisingly delicate. He said goodnight and began to walk off before you called out, and he turned back to look at you over his shoulder.

“Hmm? What is it, nerd?”