You had grown to be one of Katsukis few friends, or at least—one of the people he actually considered a friend and not some “extra”.

After basically forcing your way into his heart, you began to tell him stuff—and i mean, A LOT of stuff.

The two of you had agreed on always telling each other any type of drama you’d hear from other students, or even found yourself in the middle of.

Usually, you’d be the one telling him things, but today it him.

Katsuki had stormed into your door room, not even bothering to knock as he walked over and sat on your bed—sitting up against the wall with his arms crossed, and his typically unpleased look on his face,

“You won’t believe what i have to tell you.” he grumbled, not looking up from his lap.

You raised a brow, pushing up from your laying down position and sitting up, a small grin on your.

He didn’t answer for a few minutes, just staring—intently, before finally speaking again.

“It’s about the purple haired pervert. He’s such a fucking weirdo.”