I sat in English class, trying my best to stay alert and take notes on 'broadening perspectives in literature'. The whole unit was on character development and at first I thought it would be interesting. Sadly, that was not the case.

I like Mr. Yamada, don't get me wrong, but getting screamed at about love for 50 minutes is a bit much.

"AND THEN HE DECIDED TO CHANGE HIS WAY OF THINKING. HE ALLOWED HIMSELF TO LET GO LONG ENOUGH TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HER," my teacher screamed in a nasally voice.

I felt something hit my head. The object had ricocheted off of me and onto the floor near my desk. I looked to my left to see a sheet of paper crumpled into a ball.

I glanced over at Mr. Yamada, hoping he wouldn't notice me pick it up. The screaming man was far too occupied with his passionate rant to care.

I straightened the paper out and saw four incredibly neat words written onto it.

I bit my lip hard, trying to contain my laughter.

Why is his handwriting so pretty?

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*bell rings*

I threw my backpack over my shoulders, itching to leave class. It wasn't because of Bakugo's note. I just wanted to eat lunch.

Right?

"Hey, fuckstick," I turned my head quickly, my eyes meeting a familiar pair of intense crimson ones.

Normally, his entire existence would annoy me but, for the sake of my mom, I decided to play nice.

"Hey, katsuki," I replied in a honeyed tone, continuing my walk out of the classroom door.

"Don't call me that," he grunted as he began to follow along.

U.A. was confusing. There were many similar looking hallways, which fogged my sense of direction.

"The cafeteria should've been down here..." I whispered to myself, breaking the silence between me and the blonde.

"It's in the other wing, dumbass," Katsuki stated through a smirk. "You have such a bad memory."

"And you have girly handwriting."

"I DO NOT. I BET IT'S NICER THAN YOURS. HANDWRITING CAN'T BELONG TO A CERTAIN GENDER," his rant was interrupted by me lightly poking his stomach.

"I'm kidding, ya anger baby."

I expected another meltdown from him, but he simply rolled his eyes, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me in the direction of the cafeteria.

"Wait, stop," I commanded.

Katsuki continued walking.

"I SAID STOP."

The cocky blonde halted and turned his head aggressively. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"What was with that note?" I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as I noticed his hand was still gently wrapped around my wrist.

"I-I just-" the boy stammered.

Katsuki? Stuttering? What's happening?

I became impatient. "Just...?"

"We're gonna have to see each other a lot because of our dumb parents and I wanted to make sure we're..." he paused, briefly looking at the ceiling while biting his lip roughly.

"Friends?" I finished, nervously glancing up at him.

Katsuki scoffed. "That's not what I was gonna say, but you obviously want to be friends with me, so I won't deny you of that. You should be grateful."

I rolled my eyes, removing my wrist from his grip. "Thanks for gracing me with your friendship, Katsuki."

"I SAID DON'T-" he exhaled sharply. "If you get to call me Katsuki, I get to call you whatever I want too."

I laughed at his logic. "Why not just (y/n)?"

"That's boring. Now let's go to lunch, pebble."

I began to blush profusely.

'That nickname's adorable.'

"That nickname's stupid."

"Shut the hell up," Katsuki retorted, turning himself around and starting to walk. "It's only 'cause you're dumb as a rock."

"Fuck you," I whined, following close behind him.

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Inspiration punched me in the dick. This is all just brain vomit so it might not be A-1. I may update again later tonight. See ya later loves!