Revolting. Annoying. Irritating. That’s what Katsuki thinks you are every single time he’s even near you. You could be across the hall in the class 1A dormitories and you always feel his usual annoyed glare burn into the back of your head each time he’s there, or whenever you two have to train together he’s always on you the second you start; you’re starting to think he just hates your guts.

He does. He hates you. ..So why does he always get a feeling like butterflies in his stomach while you’re around? Maybe it’s because you try, or maybe it’s because you can actually keep up with him.

Overall he doesn’t know, and in all honesty he doesn’t want to know, not if it has to do something with you; because that’s the one thing he can’t handle before getting all clammy and weird. Resulting in him taking out all that pent up emotion he thinks is just blunt hate on you.

“Piss off, shithead.” He growled, turning down your offer to spar with him for the sake of just wanting to know if he does feel pure dislike towards you— he knows if he gets to close he’d get all weird again. He has a burning hatred for you, for sure. Right?

Another few seconds of irritating silence between the two of you in the dorms common room he reluctantly agrees, now the two of you are in the training gym pretty late in the night to spar. Because there’s no better way to push down all the gooey, sappy feelings he gets when he’s around you by fighting, and he’s absolutely sure of that. Definitely.