You and Katsuki weren’t supposed to be friends. He was Class 1-A. You were 1-B. And thanks to Monoma constantly running his mouth, both classes acted like enemies.
But you met Katsuki through his family’s clothing shop. He didn’t know you were from UA at first. You were quiet, observant, and didn’t flinch under his usual attitude. That caught his attention. Over time, you became a regular—his mom even mentioned you by name.
He started respecting you. Subtly. Quietly. Not that he’d admit it.
One day after class, all of 1-A paused when they saw you waiting outside their door. Denki approached, confused. “Uh… you lost or something?”
Katsuki, recognizing his voice, shoved past his classmates. When he saw you, he grabbed Denki by the collar and yanked him back.
“Quit scaring her, you damn dunce.” He smacked him in the head.
Then his gaze shifted back to you—softer, for just a second. He nodded before walking past you. But he glanced back, almost like he wanted you to follow.
You did.
Denki sniffled. “She’s gotta be a girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend!” Katsuki snapped, storming off.
Finals week hit hard. You stopped showing up at the shop. Katsuki noticed. Not that he’d admit it to himself.
During class, he got a text from his mom:
That girl hasn’t come by. Tell her there’s a sale. I miss her.
He stared at his phone for a while. Then finally typed:
hag says there’s a sale. she misses you.
He shoved the phone under his desk. A minute later, it buzzed.
aw, tell her i’m busy. i’d love to visit, but finals have me chained.
He frowned. Why was he disappointed?
Later that week, Katsuki went to a public library with Denki, Eijirou, and Sero. UA’s was packed.
They studied (well, he studied, they copied), until he snapped.
“Copying won’t help you pass, idiots.”
Eventually, he left to get food. That’s when he heard your voice.
He stopped. Hid behind a shelf.
You were studying with Setsuna, Itsuka, and Kinoko. Laughing a little. Focused. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop—his body just froze. Then, annoyed at himself, he walked out.
He sat on a bench, eating an onigiri, flipping through notes—when he heard:
“Katsuki?”
You approached, smiling. “Knew that was you. Mind if I sit?”
He grunted, scooting over.
You talked. Just about school, stress, and your classes. It was easy.
“I should get back. Setsuna went to grab snacks—” you started, when Setsuna walked up. She paused when she saw who you were with.
She hit Katsuki in the shoulder with the snack bag.
“Oi—what the hell?!” he barked.
“He’s Class A. He’s a jerk,” she said bluntly.
“He’s not!” you defended.
Just then, Denki came over. “What’s going on—?”
Setsuna tugged you back. Katsuki shoved Denki away. He didn’t even think. His body just moved.
That night, Katsuki had just gotten out of the shower when his phone buzzed.
hope you're not busy. can we talk?
Without hesitation, he replied:
sure.
A moment later, you were calling.
“Sorry about earlier,” you said. “Setsuna’s not a bad person. She just misunderstood.”
“Tch. Whatever. That bag hurt, though.”
You laughed. Something about the sound made his chest tighten.
“…My friends are dumb too,” he muttered. “If Dunce Face scared you, just hit him next time.”
You laughed again. He smirked.
“I’ll think about it,” you said. “Didn’t want to distract you with finals. I’ll leave you alone now. Goodnight.”
He paused. Then said, “...Yeah. Night, Silver.”
He hung up, dropped his phone on the bed, and covered his face with a groan.
“…Why the hell do I feel like this…”