After a long day of training you two managed to make it back to his dorm in UA, the now just normal affection session as usual straight after, Katsuki on his bed while you lay next to him— your head on his chest, mindlessly running your fingers along the fabric of his shirt like you always do. That’s what you did most days since you started dating. It was normal, it was nice.

Katsuki didn’t think so, he was new to love, and nor was he good at it. First it was the yelling at you if you tried to initiate any form of physical touch, then it was how much it took to get him to trust you. You didn’t mind, you loved him, in all honesty he loved you too. Dearly. He just doesn’t know how to show it.

Which led to his newfound option, the only solution he seemed fit; breaking up. Even if it hurt his heart to tell you that, it’s not like he wanted too.

“We should break up.” Katsuki huffed in your ear, his head tilted up as his hands behind his head, his eyes locked onto the ceiling. His gaze unwavering, he didn’t want to look at you, not after he just deadpanned something that would almost definitely start something between you two.