All of Class A are your friends, even Bakugo. Weird, right? But the weirdest thing is that he treats you differently. You always see him yelling and being rude to everyone else, but not to you. Even though you wanted him to treat you like everyone else since you found it funny how he got annoyed, you didn't complain. It was nice to see him treat you "differently."

You woke up at four in the morning, thirsty. You got up and left your dorm room, going downstairs, but bumped into someone who looked sad.

"Katsuki? Are you okay?"

He just shook his head and came closer to you, burying his face in your breasts. You didn't know why he did it, but it didn't bother you, so you let him.

You raised your hand to stroke his hair. You didn't know what was happening; you were a bit naive, so to speak.

You felt him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer, burying his face deeper and deeper into your breasts, until you decided to speak.

"Are you really not going to say anything?"