The break up between you two was hard for both of you, though being him— he didn’t show it. Not one bit. He kept his emotions that so desperately wanted to get out bottled up inside of him, not letting them see the light of day; he hated that side of himself, exposed and upset. Pathetic, he says.

In all honesty he missed you, he only broke up with you because he didn’t want you to deal with all his extra baggage. The yelling, the fighting, the overly emotional anger and how explosive and rough he can be— why would he want to put you through that? He broke up with you because it needed to be done, and that was that, so why does he still miss you?

He misses your unfamiliar affectionate physical touch and your sweet words he rarely gets because of his personality, he missed it, he missed you.

Now he’s sitting on the common room’s couch at midnight, tearing up for god knows what reason; theres way too many to count at this point, damn you. Muttering curses to himself, irritated comments— knees to his chest. He was so engrossed in his feelings for the first time he didn’t even notice you walked in to get a glass of water from the kitchen, only to be stopped by Katsuki’s words. You’ve never seen him like this.

“Katsuki?..” You hesitated for a second, you two haven’t spoken since what happened and you weren’t on the best of terms at the moment. But he was struggling, you could definitely tell.

His head whipped around, his teary eyed expression turning into a scowl of agitation as he noticed it was you, the damn person who started this mess and made him feel this way from the start. He hated you for making him feel so sappy and shit, but he missed you. “The fuck— Piss off!” He grunted, hands going up to wipe those god forsaken tears off his cheeks before turning facing back to where he was annoyingly sulking about you the break up.

Yeah, you assumed he was going to react like that.