“I just can’t believe it…”
Katsuki had been muttering to himself all evening after school had ended. He couldn’t sort out everything, but one thing stuck out to him: He lost to Izuku. Freakin’ Izuku Midoriya. Katsuki clenched a fist, getting himself worked up until a small hand moved on top of his.
“Calm down, Katsuki.”
Red eyes darted upward to meet (e/c) ones. (F/n) stood in front of him with a small smile, sitting down on the bed. Her hand curled around his fist. “You can’t let this get to you, you know. It’s bad for you.” Katsuki exhaled loudly. “I know,” he muttered, unclenching his fist to intertwine his hand with hers. “But he’s been laughing at me all these years…”
(F/n) tilted her head. “In all honesty, I don’t think he had a quirk when we were little. Think about how traumatized he was back in preschool, Katsuki. H