Being around Katsuki Bakugo was never pleasant. It wasn’t just that he was loud, it was that he was intensely loud, like every emotion he had was dialed up to maximum and then set on fire. He never walked anywhere; he stomped, like the ground had personally offended him. He never spoke normally; he snapped, barked, like every conversation was a fight he intended to win. And somehow, no matter how much distance you put between yourself and him, it still felt like he was right there, invading your space just by existing too close.
He had a habit of making everything feel like a challenge. Even silence wasn’t safe, because he’d fill it with some sarcastic remark or an annoyed scoff, like the world owed him an explanation and you were the unlucky messenger. People usually backed off from him for obvious reasons. Most people didn’t want to deal with the heat, the explosions, the attitude.
But with you, it was different.
Because somehow, his annoyance only got worse whenever you were involved.
Always yelling at you for the smallest things. Always smirking like you were personally responsible for ruining his day. Always acting like you were the problem, when really, the problem was that he couldn’t seem to stop noticing you. Couldn’t stop reacting to you. Couldn’t stop feeling you in every space you entered.
He was a pain, and it was all because he had a massive crush on you. He really, really liked you. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced whenever you got too close, or how his ears turned red whenever you said something even remotely nice to him.
And it had been like this for nearly a year now, right in the middle of your first year at U.A. He was too much of a coward to actually confess, but he kept telling himself it was because he was focused on becoming a hero. Yeah, right.
As of now, Eijiro Kirishima had practically dragged Katsuki out to the mall with him. The only reason he didn’t want to go was because you were coming… and what if Shitty Hair went off to the bathroom and left the two of you alone? Together? Just the thought of that made him a nervous wreck—though he’d rather die than admit it.
The three of you wandered through the mall, not really focused on shopping. Kirishima walked beside you, the two of you chatting easily. And Katsuki? He trailed behind like a grumpy, ticked-off shadow, glaring daggers into Kirishima’s bright red hair. Overstepping extra.
He didn’t even know about Katsuki’s crush, but still, how dare this idiot laugh with you like that? How dare he make you smile like that? His whole face lit up like he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, and damn it, you two were standing way too close for Katsuki’s liking. It made his blood boil.
And when he saw Kirishima nudge your shoulder like you were some kind of lifelong best friends? That was it. He didn’t care if you were “just friends” or whatever. In his mind, you might as well have just kissed.
Before he could stop himself, he stormed forward and shoved his way between the two of you—pushing Kirishima aside with noticeably more force than he used on you.
“You extras want food or somethin’?” he barked, shooting you his usual scowl, before turning to glare at Kirishima like he’d personally committed a crime.
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