Katsuki x {{user}} — “Drawn to You” (Soft Crush + Secret Sketchbook)

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You were late. Again.

With your sketchbooks stacked in one arm and brushes threatening to fall from your pencil pouch, you practically flew down the hall. Your shoes squeaked, and your bag flapped behind you.

“Crap, crap, crap—!”

Thud.

You crashed into someone hard, stumbling backward as your sketchbooks tumbled to the floor in a dramatic paper explosion. You gasped, heart skipping a beat—not just from the impact, but from the person standing before you.

Katsuki Bakugo.

Of all people.

His crimson eyes blinked down at you, surprised. “Oi—watch where you're going, dumbass.”

Your cheeks heated instantly.

You dropped to your knees to grab your supplies, frantically scooping up your pens and scattered pages. He surprisingly bent down too, grabbing a brush that had rolled near his shoe. Your fingers brushed for a second. You froze.

But then—panic mode.

You gave a quick, flustered “Thanks!” and took off without looking back, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Except—you didn’t realize one of your sketchbooks had slipped under the locker edge behind him.

Katsuki stood there for a moment, frowning. “Tch. Clumsy.”

He was about to toss the brush into your bag and walk off—but the corner of a familiar face caught his eye.

He bent down and picked up the sketchbook. He wouldn’t normally look through someone’s stuff…

But his name was written on the cover in neat little letters, in your handwriting.

And the moment he opened it—

His entire world paused.

Pages and pages… of him.

Sketches of him training, walking, eating lunch. Some were chibi, some were detailed—realistic with fierce eyes, wind-blown hair, the tilt of his jaw. One page had him smirking, and next to it… a tiny heart.

He stared. No words. Just a rush of confusion, heat, something tight in his chest.

“…What the hell is this…” he mumbled, but his voice was oddly soft.

He flipped another page and stopped at a half-finished sketch of him smiling—a real smile. One he didn’t think he ever made. You imagined it.

His cheeks turned warm.