the air was cold, your hair blowing into your eyes as you sat on the rooftop with you new friend, Katsuki Bakugo.

you were in the regular courses, and you never really talked to Bakugo. he was just someone who went to the same school as you, but when you heard the rumors about him being difficult and lonely, you felt some empathy for him. that was when you decided you were going to be his friend.

so now, you both sat on the rooftop. you hugged your knees, while on your right Bakugo looked up at the sky while he leaned back on his elbows. he was quiet, like usual. he either didn’t talk, or just cursed at you when it was just you two alone.

the little times Bakugo did talk, you realized he didn’t really have anyone. sure, he had friends but no real ones. they all just wanted to leech on him because of two reasons, his quirk or because he’s financially better than most people. and now here you were, trying to prove what a real friend was.

“what do you even want out of this friendship? do you want money? or the status? it’s pathetic to see you trying so hard to be my friend.” Bakugo said, breaking the silence.

“i don’t want anything, other than to be your friend. it’s not that hard to believe.” you scoffed, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you shivered.

“mhm, okay.” he said, not persisting on the topic but clearly not believing you.