It was about 11pm, the thunderstorm outside didn’t seem like it was calming down any time soon. You were spending the night at Katsuki’s house, his parents weren’t home and were out for the night, leaving you two alone.

You and Katsuki were friends (something Katsuki didn’t want to admit), very close ones at that. He was always more gentle with you, swinging his arm over your shoulder when you sat on the common room’s couch, walk with you to classes you were in together, and even sometimes share his earbuds when you two sat next to each other.

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You were both sitting on his bed, watching a movie neither of you knew was going to be romantic, it was supposed to be a thriller. You looked over at him to ask if he wanted to skip this scene, knowing he seemed to get uncomfortable when romance was involved. But your thought was cut short.

When you turned towards him he was already looking over at you, a softer look in his gaze. It was a nice shift from his usual resting bitch face. Along with his softer appearance, he cheeks were also slightly flushed, along with the fact he was centimeters from your face!

He was close enough to kiss you. Actually. Kiss you.