I slipped my sweater over my head and shook out my hair out. I still barely had any energy to be able to transform anything about my body, but it's enough to be able to last.

"So?" I ask as I watched Katsuki, who was sitting on the edge of his bed turning his shirt inside out. He paused his movements to glance at me, but he didn't look at me fully.

"So what?" He practically hissed at me. His attitude may have been adjusted earlier, but if he keeps this up, he'll need to be retrained.

"So how did you like your first real gay experience?" I questioned as I walked across the room to him, as he slipped his shirt over his head. The bitten hickey I gave him early slipped perfectly under his shirt's collar. But it'll be a hidden reminder about his secrets.

"Don't say it like that." He spat back a little harsher. I could feel the little devil in my chest demanding I poke the bear a little more.

"Fine." I decided to rephrase . . . . for my benefit. "How was your first time getting fucked in the ass?"

I leaned down like I was talking to a child with my hands on my knees and my head turned to the side, wanting to get the best view of his face.

His eyes flicked up to me in an instant. There was a fire burning for sure behind his eyes, but will he let it get out of control?

"Whatever." He mumbled and looked away first. Guess he does know how to behave after all. "Let's just go downstairs. I'm starving." He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Yeah, I'm sure after your guts were getting shuffled around." I joked before he could open the door, and I could swear I could hear the growl. But I couldn't tell if it was from his throat or his stomach.

"Shut up." He told me and barely waited for my heels to be fully out the door, before slamming his door shut. I tripped a bit into the hallway from the force that was behind me, but after regaining my balance I waited for Katsuki to finish locking up his room.

He turned and realized I was still standing there waiting for him. I smiled as he ignored me and started walking down the hallway. His eyes were softer now, but I could see the tension in his eyebrows. His lower lip was trembling every few seconds, probably by the thought. 

He's too quiet for everything that's happened just inside his bedroom.

"Did I go too far?" I asked as he pressed the elevator button and we stood there for a few seconds without him answering me. "Jokes or actions?" I asked.

The elevator finally opened the doors revealing an empty elevator. Katsuki sighed and we both stepped in.

"I'm just thinking." He told me as I hit the button for ground floor. 

"What about?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice calm. Not wanting to let my anxiety show.

Katsuki looked away from me so that I couldn't see his face at all. It felt like my chest was about to crack open from the inside out. I gripped onto the elevator railing, and I could swear that I could feel it crushing within my hand.

"Deku." Katsuki practically whispered to me and I let the air that had gotten stuck in my lungs. Relaxing my hand and thought that I could feel the indents from my grip on the railing.

"Do you still have a crush on him?" I asked, moving closer to put my hand on his shoulder.

"No!" He practically snapped at me as he whipped his attention around to look at me. "Not really anyway."

"Then what's wrong?" I asked and he turned to face me more now that he got the elephant out of the way.

"It just got tossed to the side for so long, that I haven't thought about it until recently." He told me. " I honestly haven't thought about it in over a year or so. It got covered up completely by . . . . other stuff that made me hate him last year." He caught himself. Probably a personal secret about Deku.

"Have recent activities brought the feelings back?" I questioned.

"No." He answered and the elevator opened the doors. "More like memories." He continued after making sure no one was close enough to hear our ongoing conversation.

"Are they upsetting?" I asked as we started walking towards the kitchen.

"Not in the same sense anymore." He told me and I reached into the cupboard to grab us plates for dinner.

"Will you help me?" Katsuki suddenly asked and I was surprised by the fact that he was asking and not demanding it.

Good boy.

"Confess?" I asked to clarify, thinking he didn't want the same thing to happen with Eijiro.

"More like apologize." He said and I knew we were still talking about Deku. "I don't think I could keep myself straight asking to talk to him directly. I have felt so much hate for him for so long, I want to make amends." He couldn't look at me, but that's okay. There's someone more important that will need that eye contact. "At the most say I'm sorry."

"You don't think he'll forgive you?" I placed the plates next to the stove as Katsuki grabbed us silverware.

"I doubt it." He answered.

"Okay." I nodded and placed my hand on my hip while leaning on the counter. "Do you want to do it now? Or do you need time?"

"Might as well get it over with." Katsuki said and was still staring at the floor.

"Okay, wait here." I told him and started to walk out of the kitchen. "And make my plate please, I'm starving just as much as you are."

I turned my attention towards the actual common area, and everyone was kind of spread out everywhere as dinner had been long over and everyone was doing their own thing. Thankfully Deku was with his friends sitting and watching tv.

"Ochako my dear, may I steal your boyfriend for a few minutes?" I asked sliding to lean down and lay my chin on my hands as I hung on the back of the sofa she and Deku were sitting on.

"You're not going to use him to trap someone again, are you?" She asked and she was already breaking out into giggles, covering her mouth to try and hide it.

"He told you that?" I giggled with her, and she nodded. "No, no trapping" I confirmed with her.

"Then it's okay with me." She told me and scooted away from Deku so he could leave.

"Do I get any say in this?" Deku finally got to ask after looking back and forth between us.

"Nope." I told him and ripped him out of his seat and over the back of the sofa. "I'll have him back in no time." I called out to Uraraka.

"What's going on?" Deku asked as I lead him to the kitchen and Katsuki stood there pouring my curry onto my plate with rice already on it.

"Thank you, Katsuki." I said as I took my plate from him. 

"Will you stay?" Katsuki asked me in a hush tone. Not letting go of my plate just yet.

"I think it will be better if it comes directly from you." I told him and took his hand in mine. "I'll be just around the corner, but I know you'll do okay. You're the only one who knows how you feel."

He took a deep breath and nodded. I turned and nodded to Deku before walking past him and sat down at a table by myself. I could hear small snippets of the conversation in the kitchen. Mostly Deku asking questions a little louder than Katsuki was willing to speak. But they weren't loud enough for anyone else to hear them, unless they sat at the table with me. Even then, they'd have to pay attention. 

I ate slow, trying to concentrate on the conversation in case I needed to step in. But Katsuki walked around the corner with a plate in his hand and Deku walked back towards the couches. 

He seemed distracted, but shook his head when Uraraka spoke to him, probably asking if he was fine. He smiled at her and sat back down with his friends at the same time that Katsuki sat opposite of me.

"How'd it go?" I asked Katsuki. He had a bit of a blank expression on his face, and I couldn't hear the whole conversation.

"He forgives me." He said and he sat there staring at his food. "He said that he doesn't return the old feelings, but he's glad that we were able to talk our past relationship out."

"That's a good thing." I told him and he nodded in agreeance. I reached across the table and held his hand in mine tight, wanting to make sure he knew I was here for him.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked and pulled his hand away from mine. 

"Of course." I told him.

"I don't want to hold hands." He said and I closed my free hand in a small fist, trying not to make it look like I was upset by his boundary, but was still hurt. "I have the tendency to spark my hands up when I'm angry, and I can't always control it. Even when I try to concentrate while yelling. I just don't want to hurt you, while I try to fix my attitude."

I was in shock and could feel my free hand relax at the idea he just didn't want to hurt me. It wasn't that he didn't want to never hold hands again. He just didn't want to hurt anyone else with his quirk or anger.

"Okay." I said with a nod. "Thank you for telling me Katsuki. I'm very proud of you for trying so hard to manage your anger." He looked up at me kind of quick, and I could tell that he probably wasn't used to hearing the word proud, despite his amazing quirk and grades.

"Let's just eat." He said and started eating with a little bit of blush brushing across his cheeks. Didn't think he had any color left in him. "And I did like what we were doing earlier in the bedroom. And would like to do it again."

"You got it Kats."