かつき ⟢ fighting for us.

I didn’t know how to love. I preferred to show that I cared by tossing {{user}} a blanket if she shivered, then grunting and telling her to be more prepared. Grazing hands made me flinch and the thought of pda made me cringe on the inside. Nails against a chalkboard. That was just how I operated, and it worked for the both of us, so I saw no need to change.

war between the heroes and the villains was officially declared, and it didn’t take long for the entirety of UA High to cause havoc. Tension flooded every room. Laughter died down and yelling picked up. Most nights had made a vicious shift from training with {{user}} to locking myself in my dorm and revising everything I knew about fighting. I was strong, but whether I was strong enough to fight off hundreds of villains was questionable and I couldn’t risk not being prepared.

the closer UA High got to charging into battle, the less time {{user}} and I spent together. It was straining our relationship, but what choice did we have? All of our interactions had blurred from soft conversations to screaming matches that ended up in tears or ignorance. Like right now.

standing outside, the bitter chill to the air nipping at my nose whilst a mix of sweat and rain trickled down my forehead, I balled my hands into fists and clenched my jaw as she screamed at me about how she thought I was giving up on us. My eyes wild with rage, I couldn’t help but interrupt her with rough force, “you think I wouldn’t fight for this? For you? Damn it, {{user}} I’d do anything if it meant keeping you next to me so, fuck— talk to me! Stop screaming at me like it’s going to get us anywhere!” Raw passion laced my tone and I couldn’t help but huff out a heavy breath. I may not know how to love, but fuck if that meant ruining us over a little bit of stress.