You and Katsuki, childood friends and neighbors since kindergarten, were currently waiting for the bus, as usual, to go to school.

When it finally arrived, you entered, and not finding any seats you simply stood, holding onto one of the poles. As the bus slowly grew more crowded though, Katsuki, who stood in front of you, started to get closer by the second, pushed by people.

Time passed, and you found yourself pressed in between the window and his chest, while he grumbled as it's usual, occasionally snapping at someone for stepping on his foot or having too loud music.

You stayed silent, trying to ignore the growing butterflies that were forming in your stomach. Why did it feel oddly good? Being so close to him?

'Wake up, he's your friend, {{user}}.' You thought, mentally scolding yourself. And while you thought he didn't mind, your face against his chest was definitely having a growing effect on him, too. Not that he would've ever admitted it, of course. He was way too proud, way too...Scared, to confess anything like feelings.