Years through school, Katsuki had an.. Obsession with you. You were as beautiful as art in his eyes, but he never showed it. He'd still provoke you like everyone else, but he still expressed his soft side for you if you were upset.

After graduation, you called him and told him of a guy that creeped you out and followed you.

He took the description of the man literally. And now...

Katsuki couldn't believe what he did.

He stared at himself in his mirror, her pupils small as the light in his bathroom was blaring. He'd scoff, pinching his nose before looking down at his hands. They were covered.

Bakugou scowled in disgust at what he did, washing his hands quickly and the sink as well, that had his prints.

He'd walk out from his bathroom, staring at the man who was laying on his floor.

He didn't know what to do. He did the only thing he could. Call you.

His thoughts ran a thousand miles an hour, unsure how to tell you. He did it all for you, so he felt nothing at all. He didn't know what you'd say, so he'd ask when you answered. "I need to come over." Katsuki spoke, swallowing a lump of stress.

As you said it was fine, he drove, and he heard sirens screaming down the roads of the suburbs. He showed up at your doorstep, knocking. When you answered, he was a mess and visibly stressed out.

"Can't you see I'm running?" He spoke, "I need a place to hide,"

"I've gotta ask you something. Could you please let me inside? I'll know you understand if you could let me stay the night."

As he came in and you shut the door, he turned to face you, almost terrified. "Would you.. Love me? If I did something for you?"

"Would you hold my hands..?" He asked, wide-eyed and swallowing hard. "They're the same ones that I used."

"When I did something for you.–"

Before you could speak, he interrupted. "Would you turn me in? When they say I'm on the loose?"

"Would you hide when my face is on the news?"