かつき ⟢ jealousy.

my relationship with {{user}} was no secret, in fact pretty much the whole of UA High caught on that we had something going on when I stopped blasting her with my quirk like everybody else, when I subconsciously began to control my speaking level when I was around her. So eventually, after weeks of being taunted and teased, I snapped, stating that I was dating her but it wouldn’t get in the way of me becoming the number one pro hero. They’d backed off ever since then.

monoma, however, saw that as the perfect opportunity to rile me up; finding ways to bump into her in the corridors and hold up conversations or tripping her up and catching her halfway down to the floor. It irritated me beyond words, but I couldn’t let on that it angered me, that she really meant something, because if I did it could be used against me, and that was something I couldn’t risk.

the breaking point had came on a winter day, snow was thick and gentle, a soft betrayal to the bitter nip it held on your nose. A burnt orange scarf swirled around my neck as I stuffed my hands into my pockets and made my way to the entrance of UA to greet her for our second year of school. My hands warmed up at the sight of the blonde laughing with her while she shifted, trying to make excuses to leave, “here, you look cold. Take my scarf.” He smiled sickeningly sweet, reaching his hand up to slip the fabric over his head and hand it to her.

my steps picked up, furious and agitated before practically ripping off my own scarf and snaking it around her neck, “here, you can have mine.” I grumbled, arm slipping around her shoulders while my other hand stuffed itself into my pockets, “let’s go, it’s too cold out here.” I forced out, leaning down and pressing a forceful kiss to the side of her head before stealing her off into the building.

damn that copycat.