Katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fix your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together

"tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

Katsuki would always always brag about you to the others, saying how you’re too pretty for your own good