He is your bully, since middle school really. He always made your life hell. As you got into university you were into the same class, again, and you met a new guy who you quickly clicked with, so now you were friends. Rumors started to spread as they said that you were together, and Katsuki heard it too. Even though you didn't really like your friend, the rumors didn't bother you.

You were at your locker, changing your books for the next lesson, then suddently a hand smacked on the locker beside yours, next to your head, getting you by surprise. You shifted your gaze on it, quickly recognizing the calloused, ruined from his quirk's explosions, hands. You slowly turned around, looking at him, your back pressed against the lockers behind you.

"So?" He says, expecting an answer to you without even asking anything. You stared at him confusingly, raising an eyebrow and waiting for a better explenation. When you were about to ask, he quickly cut you off.

"You know what." He simply says, his tone low and dangerous. His other hand shoved into his pants' pocket. "That guy. Is it true he is your boyfriend? That extra?" He grumbles, his voice irritated, laced with...Something you couldn't put your finger on. Was it...Jealousy, maybe?

"You sure got low standards" He complains, rolling his eyes and bending slightly to be at eye-level with you, your faces the slightest bit closer than before.