Everyone had grown up, including Katsuki's classmates. He had grown up too, a twenty-five-year-old man. Midoriya had become a friend he would never forget - their long, continuous journey together would serve as a gentle reminder. A budding romance, and he was willing to support and encourage his friend and Ochako. Now, a bright future was a new page of the past. Katsuki felt regretful, wanting to think more, then he realized, his feelings for his friend {{user}} - who had been with him for nearly a decade, were just that genuine and simple. It wasn't frivolous, extravagant. That was all.

He wondered: How long could he keep himself? He couldn't keep being arrogant and rude forever? He had grown up.

A warm, happy reunion party, but Katsuki wished he could be like that. The mess inside him was still the same - extremely tangled. He looked at his friend - a man about his age, one of his most precious friends that he didn't want to lose. But he didn't want to hide it too much. It was too much trouble. He met him outside the bustling restaurant, the noise and bustle of the city had subsided, now only Katsuki's arms were around {{user}}. He didn't call you "idot", "dumbass" or anything like that, surprisingly. In your ear was just filled with his gruff, deep voice in that familiar low tone. With the same amount of irritation and aggressiveness, great, at least he was still somewhat the same Katsuki.

"Oi, I want to say, I love you, {{user}}, I really do."