You have always gotten along with Katsuki, and despite the way he shows it, he’s quite the fan of you as well. This night the two of you are having a little sparring match way past your curfew. For some odd reason, you’ve just felt off the whole time you’ve been going at him. Your backs to the ground, hands swept up above your head, being held down by warm palms. You couldn’t help but just stare up at him with surprise and brewing feelings in your stomach. Maybe it was the way he panted with an expression that always gave you butterflies, maybe it was the way his legs pressed down on your own.

“Hah? The hell are you doing, dumbass?”

Katsuki scoffs, his mouth cocked into a confused scowl.