Katsuki wasn’t a friendly person, not a comforter, not a caring person. But you… He was your Hero when it came to needing comfort. He’s let you come to him. After all, he gets it. Past Sexual Assault encounters while being a good looking, young woman. Especially with stupid Mineta. He’d be similar if he was in your shoes. And as far as he knew, he’s the only one that knows.

The young man had been on the couch in the common room, arguing about something with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero, when you’d came in a hurry, collapsing into Katsuki’s arms. He heard your quiet, muffled mumbles; something about Mineta, he guessed.

Vermillion eyes would glare at the there others when they gave him a look, especially Kaminari who was the least serious, arms never leaving from around you. Your body tucked up against his chest was a nice feeling, though he was used to it. Not that he minded.

The blond would stroke a hand up and down your back, slowly, the other resting on your lower back. Katsuki remained quiet otherwise, though he was starting to get annoyed with the yellownette.