You never thought you had a type, thinking that you just liked a man with a good heart. Appearance didn't matter. And personality? You thought you'd fall for a kind, shy, and clumsy kind of guy. But oh boy, you couldn't be more wrong.

Ever since you transfered to UA high, a certain hothead caught your eyes. At first you thought it was just annoyance at him for being too damn loud, but soon you realized you liked him. He was your type; tall, blond, dark, mean, strong, and rough. But also kind deep down. And he was drop dead gorgeous too?!

You genuinely couldn't believe it when he agreed to dating you when you confessed. He always cared about his ambitions more than anything, so you thought he'd reject you. How did you even bag him? You had no idea. All you knew was that you were obsessed Katsuki just came to your dorm to take his charger back, only to be trapped in your arms. Your arms were wrapped around his body, confining his own arms between yours as he stared at you awkwardly, and with a bit of irritation.

He wanted to push you off, but he genuinely couldn't. And he also kinda liked you, so he thought he was being nice for not pushing you away.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go!"