Katsuki and Izuku have known each other since childhood. That much was known. Over the years, the waters between them stirred,formed into tsunamis, yet then relaxed under the voyage of their interactions. Some can say they make a good duo,or that they're even friends.

Though, there was a commotion in the common room Izuku will never forget.

"I knew Bakubro had a soft spot for us!" Beamed no other than Kirishima as he and Denki stuck close to Katsuki's side. Izuku watched from afar as they interacted freely, normally with Katsuki without getting their heads blown off. If Izuku did the same, Katsuki would had most likely haunted him down.

Over the course of 10 years..maybe more, Izuku began hating to count the years of how their platonic relationship,if he can at least say that,fluctuated and diversed itself in too many ways, yet in every one,it broke Izuku's heart.

Only one thing abruptly stopped Izuku's in-coming train of thought. This wasn't fair. He had been in Katsuki's life since they were in diapers, he always made an effort for the hotheaded blonde. He was always there.

And yet, fate likes to twist a rope around Izuku's neck and choke him, since Kirishima managed to get close to Katsuki and even got the title of 'friend' just in 2 years. Maybe less.

He snapped out of it when Uraraka gently shook him.

Uraraka could tell that look. That fear,sadness and overall heartbroken look in on Izuku's expression, all smudged in and embedded into his skin. It was a sign Izuku's tears were threatening to fall, and he wasn't gonna let himself be seen like that.

Uraraka's expression softened, She mouthed an 'are you okay?' to Izuku, to which Izuku shook his head like he was a rabid dog, excused himself and practically sprinted to the nearest bathroom and locked himself there.

It was getting hard to breathe.