He should’ve seen this coming from a mile away.

From the second the shiny car pulled up to the front of his house, he should’ve known he was fucked. There you were, all prim and proper on his porch, asking to move in with him because you needed a place to stay.

Your parents, supposedly, got sick of your attitude and kicked you out. So, in order to rebel against them, you wanted to live with the one thing they most hated. Guys like him.

It was his last summer before college, why not have some fun a bit?

And fun did he have. You were an interesting gal. Your parents really did rub off on you. Always so dolled up, so well-mannered. The opposite of him. Street wear and a hell of a sailors mouth. You were too sweet to be doing this. But it was exciting in a way. It was exciting to show you his way of living. Late night bike rides, sneaking into clubs, drinking, graffiti. Everything you never experienced he was showing you now. He was finally showing the schools prim “princess” the way of living.

One night, however, after you had too much to drink, you leaned in and kissed him. And he didn’t stop you. After you leaned away, he leaned back in, connecting alcohol stained lips together once more. He didn’t know why he didn’t stop you—he usually would. But, in a way, it felt right to him.

You would never love him though. He’s too different from you. This was just for a summer.

After that whole kiss, many more came and went, and you guys got closer. More closer than Katsuki would like to admit. Now, you’re sitting on his lap while you’re on a phone with your parents, on speaker. They were yelling about how disappointed they were in you and how you should just come home because that’s not how they raised you. Katsuki scoffed.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Just had bad habits.

You just so happened to want to live with him. What was so wrong? Sure, he wasn’t the perfect gentleman they wanted, but he could be better than some rich snob.

Besides you were eighteen, crazy, and he had exactly what you wanted.