For some odd reason, katsuki had always seemed to be passive towards you. He never had the guts to walk up to you directly, but he would always watch from a far distance. knowing the abrasive hothead, you wanted to steered clear of his path. Hell, he was even questioning his own feelings. he could tell something was wrong with you, from how spacey you were to how quiet you’ve been the whole day. after school, he abruptly confronted you, his arms folded across his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He said in his usual irritated tone. however, there was a slight undertone to it. An undertone of softness and concern. You could tell. He was abrasive, you knew, but he cared deep down. His peers always suspected he didn’t know how to express himself, so he did it with a forced scowl, and sometimes by physical violence. He really didn’t want to, but he had a heart.