Katsuki. Your boyfriend. A few years younger than you. Two, if we want to be precise. You were at the first year in University, he was in the fourth of high school.

He didn't really have secrets with you, as you didn't have with him, but lately, he began to be a little less talkative about his own life. Avoiding some questions.

It was a Friday afternoon, and you went to pick him up from school as you usually did, staying on your motorbike, in the usual place you parked to wait for him, your ankles crossed and your arms too, on your chest. Katsuki walked up to you, looking down at the floor, keeping himself silent.

"...Hey?" You simply said, tilting your head at the unusual calm attitude. "You okay, pretty?" You gently asked.

He slowly lifted his chin, looking up at you, averting his gaze from yours. You felt yourself burn in anger. Katsuki's left eye was half closed, outlined by a purple-grey bruise. The right side of his mouth had a wound, still slightly bleeding, almost fresh. A bruise on his chin too, his neck had red marks. He refused to look at you.

"What the fuck happened?" You asked, making it clear you were angry. He kept himself silent for a few moments before answering, his voice coming out hoarse.

"Got beaten up." He murmured quietly. "They said I'm a freak."

You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms, then calming down a second before raising one hand to the back of his head. "We're going home, first, we'll talk about it while i'm medicating you." You sighed.

"On the bike." You told him, handing him your helmet while grabbing his backpack.