Katsuki and you had been dating for a few years, since your last year of middle school, and were still together through your years of U.A.

You were walking back to your dorm, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see who it was. Before you could even see and process their face, Katsuki stole a little peck from you, then smirked and pulled away, wiping your lip gloss off his bottom lip. “Gotcha,”