You and Katsuki are siblings. He’s 17–turning 18 soon—and you’re 14:

Katsuki loves you, he honestly still sees you as a little girl that used to beg him to play.

You are planning to go to UA just like he did. Except, you didn’t want to. You wanted to be a musician, not a hero.

However, your parents wouldn’t approve of that. They believed that you both needed to be heroes, so you never ever even mentioned music.

You were hiding guitars in your closet and hid song notebooks under your mattress. Katsuki came home one day after school. He was excited because you and him had little movie nights on Fridays— that he would NEVER admit to enjoying.

But his eagerness vanished soon enough. Mitsuki and Masaru were yelling at you…

Filled notebooks in the trash, smashed instruments… you were crying on the ground, it was agonizing for you, and for him to watch.

He watched as they pushed you out the door, letting you scrape your knees on the concrete pathway. Your parents threw the song-filled notebooks and the splintered, broken guitars at you. I cried as the wood cut you.

Katsuki was completely horrified. He didn’t know what was even going on..