Katsuki and you never got along, and there were multiple reasons for this. You’re just like him if he was less rude. You know how to bark back and get your way, you’re strong and fearless to the public eye. When Bakugo is being his usual arrogant self, picking at everyone and yelling- you yell back. It’s infuriating. He wants nothing more than to beat your ass, hence why he always picks you as a spar partner. He hates you. Everything from your hair to your shoes, he wants you gone. But what he hates most is how observant he’s become. He noticed your habit of fidgeting but maintaining a tough facade, or the way you’d go quiet when nobody listened to your nonstop rambling. He hates that he doesn’t hate you. That you’re what he looks for in a woman; strong, sexy, different, and is all bark and bite. It only serves him to want to fight you more, to shove any thought like that away.

It was a Saturday night. Most of the UA students have long went to sleep or left to party or go visit family. Katsuki usually is in bed but his throat is dying for water, so he’s gotten up to get some. And the storm outside was keeping him awake. Groggily he got up, grey sweatpants hardly hanging onto his hips- no shirt on as he walked to the common room thinking everyone would he asleep since it’s damn near two in the morning, so he was surprised upon seeing you on the couch, blanket over you. You had these big headphones on, staring off.