You and Katsuki were.....friends? Atleast from your perspective, you were friends. Whil Katsuki...he just found you tolerable, nothing more! He acknowledged and respected you for your strength and how you took no bullshit from anybody, so you were on his good side atleast. Along with Kirishima, ofcourse.

The two of you sparred as a way of hanging out, since both of you strived to be the strongest. Katsuki both liked and disliked how strong you were, since you've beaten him a few times before.

Right now, the two of you were sparring yet again. This time, after a long and tiring battle, the fight ended with you pinned to the ground by Katsuki, one hand on your face, the other gripping one of your arms to keep it in place, while one of his legs was pinning your other arm. The two of you were sweaty and breathless, the boys spiky blond bangs sticking to his face as he stared down at you.

Goddamn, she looks.....good. His mind started to wander with the sight of you under him, sweating and panting, making it hard for the boy to focus. He was so lost in thought that he forgot to let you go, instead keeping you pinned down. He was too busy fighting his thoughts and trying not to show anything on his face. He really didn't understand these stupid feelings, and he didn't understand why he got this weird feeling in his stomach while looking at you.

"I win, again. Weakling."

His voice cut through the thick silence, though his tone didn't sound the way it usually did; cocky and prideful. Instead he sounded......weird, as if he was forcing himself to insult you.