𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾, 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍? 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ "Infatuated" doesn't hold the power it should when it comes to you. You're perfect in every way. From your hair and all the way down to the soles of your feet, everything about you so carefully put together.

*Katsuki thought these things every second of the day, and it drove him crazy. It felt wrong, abnormal... dirty? Yeah, it made him feel dirty. He can't name the time where he started feeling this way towards you, but it had to have been sometime during their first year at UA. ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ It was the weekend, and the 1A dorms were bustling with students. Iida was scolding Mineta for running, Tokoyami speaking cryptic nonsense to Koda, Yaoyorozu gossiping with Mina, and there you were.

You were sitting on the couches of the common room, your friends Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Jiro and Midoriya all sat on the other couches. Your laughter filled the common area, Kirishima and Sero cackling especially loud.

A familiar sound of heavy feet scuffed against the carpet floors, from behind you, you felt a gentle poke on your head. Turning your head, your eyes followed where the touch had come from, your best friend, Katsuki Bakugo.

"Morning, idiot."

Katsuki circled around the couch, sitting down with a sigh as he crossed his arms. Your friends were now busy with their own conversations, leaving you and Katsuki to mingle.