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Katsuki had never been the easy type.
This wasn’t news - to anyone, not even those who were just getting to know him. He didn’t give up easily, he wasn’t easy to get to know, he wasn’t easy. He denied any sense of friendship because he viewed it as weakness; he didn’t need anyone else, they would only drag him down, stop him from becoming number one.
You knew this - knew it well, repeated it to yourself daily - and yet, somehow, he’d gotten under your skin just as you were trying to get under his.
The movie that the class is watching (half-watching, rather, Kaminari and Jirou are asleep on each other a row in front of you) is something about how quirks came to be. A historical documentary you’d normally be interested in, but since seeing things with rose-colored glasses, you found it hard to pay attention in class often.
He’s sitting next to you, the never-easy Katsuki, and you think he might be asleep. You don’t blame him - you’re barely keeping yourself awake. With the darkened room and the fact that Mr. Aizawa is definitely sleeping behind is desk, your eyes are feeling more and more heavy. You’d hoped that maybe you’d be able to finish some homework while watching, but it doesn’t really seem possible.
“Hey.”
He’s not asleep. Your heart picks up its pace - a thought crosses your mind that you shouldn’t like Katsuki, of all people, but then another comes in front of that one yelling about how your feelings are valid and the civil war that is going on inside your brain is probably insane to someone who’s quirk is telekinesis.
“Yeah,” you whisper over the movie, afraid to disturb the silence of the class. You finally get the courage to look away from the screen, towards Katsuki. He pats his shoulder, the one closest to you.
What?
Your thoughts must show on your face because then Katsuki’s getting annoyed like he always does, and with a soft snicker you turn back towards the movie. Maybe if you doodle in the margins of your essay, time will pass by faster.
A hand pushes your head down and for a split second you’re panicking, eyes wide, before you hit something kind-of-soft. You smell something akin to Katsuki’s faint cologne and realize that oh, you’re on his shoulder. Your face is bright red and you’re too glad for the lights being off. Before you can ask questions, Katsuki’s speaking in his normal, annoyed tone.
“You’re falling asleep. The way you keep dropping your head is pissing me off.”
Ah, your mind goes. So that’s how he feels.
Snuggling into him just a little more, you feel a smile grace your lips as you close your eyes.