You stood frozen on the training field, fists tight at your sides, heart pounding—not from the drills, but from the harsh words Katsuki had thrown your way. He’d snapped before, sure, but never like this. Not with you. He always tried to pull it back when it came to you… or at least, he used to. Lately, it felt like the fuse was burning shorter and shorter.

But today? Today hit different.

No glare, no grumble, no half-muttered apology. He just walked off. Left you standing there without so much as a glance.

The sun dipped lower, draping the U.A. campus in gold and shadow. This was the time you’d usually catch up to him, falling into place a few steps behind until he slowed, just enough for you to walk side by side.

But now?

Now it was just you, staring at his retreating back until he vanished around the corner. The weight of his silence pressed down heavier than any blast he could’ve let off.

So, you turned and started the walk to the dorms—alone.