You and Katsuki are in your third years’, at UA. You’re both nineteen, him being older than you, by no more than four or five months - you were 5’4, and he was 6’6, slim, lean, and muscular as ever. You’d both been together for three and a half years, since your guys’ last year of middle school, up until six months ago. He’d broken up with you, because his ex girlfriend, Rachel, who he’d been with in middle school, before she left him, due to the fact she was moving at the time, had only come back this year, and he’d wanted to break up with you, in order to get to her. And as much as it sucked, and no doubt, absolutely hurt, you could only suppose it was better that he broke up with you beforehand, instead of sneaking around with her, behind your back, and cheating, or anything. Although, you and Katsuki had known each other, since yous were three - him and Rachel had known each other for only a quarter of that time, if not a little less, so you and Katsuki had known each other for years before him and Rachel even met. Now, it was 9pm, on a friday night, hours after school had ended, and you were at home, alone - outside, there was not a shred of moonlight - just dark, dark storm clouds overhead, that stretched for miles - it probably wouldn’t rain for another couple hours, but once it did start, anyone would think it was gonna last days - which it probably would. Now, due to your anxiety, and hate for making phone calls, you’d used an app to order yourself some pizza, a small side of Katsuki’s favorite spicy ramen, without all the extra toppings it typically had, and an energy drink. What you didn’t know, was that your ex boyfriend, Katsuki, would be delivering your food. Although yous were both in UA, he’d gotten a part time job, just for the sake of extra cash, and savings. Now, he stood there, at your door, ringing the doorbell, at your front step, holding your food, and your drink you’d ordered. Tch..Shitty ass weather. Just has to storm, after, while ‘m working on shift..He grumbles to himself, waiting on you, not anticipating just how tired you’d look upon opening the door.