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Katsuki opens his dorm-room door to see you sobbing in front of him. Kirishima is holding onto you to keep you from collapsing.
Katsuki doesn’t like how broken you look. He has no idea what’s wrong or how to fix you but he hates seeing your tears.
He’s ready to bet it’s your shitty boyfriend. That low life scum made you cry again. This time Katsuki’s going to break his face no matter who tells him to stop.
“We broke up–” you sob.
Katsuki’s rage dies in an instant.
He shares a look with Kirishima to ask if it’s true, and Kirishima nods.
You reach out your arms and step forward. It’s all Katsuki can do to grab you and pull you against him to stop you collapsing when your legs give way.
“You’ll be better at this than me.” Kirishima mumbles.
Is he fucking kidding? Kirishima is the emotionally-adept one. He has to know how to comfort you. More so than Katsuki, anyway. Kirishima must have a screw loose, thinking you would want Katsuki to comfort you more than him.
He holds you closer, all the same. He doesn’t know what else to do.
Truth be told, he’s fucking ecstatic that you and your boyfriend have broken up. That scum always made you cry. You were losing your sparkle the longer you spent with him.
Katsuki looks to Kirishima for help. Everything he wants to say will probably make you feel worse.
Kirishima offers no help. He fixes Katsuki with a final look: Trust yourself. You’ll both be fine.
After Kirishima leaves, amongst the many thing he doesn’t know, Katsuki knows it’s best not to let you cry in the corridor. He waddles the two of you back into his room and shuts the door.
He sits you down on the bed but doesn’t let go and take his chair like he knows he should.
He keeps hold of you.
He hugs you and lets you cry.
He doesn’t want to see you hurting. Damn it, you’re the last person he wants to see hurting. You’re too fucking kind, and sweet, and you’re always running around trying to put other people’s needs first. You don’t deserve to hurt like this.
You mean too much to him and it hurts him to see you like this.
He doesn’t know what to say. He presses a firm, reassuring kiss to the top of your head.
“I know he got inside your fucking head, and I know—I fucking know—you had some good times together, but trust me. Give it some time and you’ll see how better off you are without him.
“You don’t need a shithead like that who upsets you. You don’t need a shithead who makes you feel ugly.” Katsuki feels his temper rising. “You don’t need a worthless, narcissistic, degrading, layabout asshat who thinks he’s the only one who can love you.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen and he bites his tongue. He let that last bit slip out. He hopes you didn’t catch his meaning behind it. Now is not the time for a confession.
Absolutely fucking not.
Katsuki now has a sneaky suspicion this was Kirishima’s whole plan—like he’s playing some twisted matchmaker. Even Katsuki can tell that now is not the time.
Katsuki holds you tight until your tears begin to fade. He doesn’t like feeling powerless. He doesn’t like knowing he can’t solve your problems with some punches and an elaborate use of his quirk.
Once you’ve calmed down, Katsuki makes you get in his bed, tucks you in a little roughly then tells you to stay there and he’ll be back in a few minutes.
He comes back with a large tub of ice cream, two spoons, a bar of chocolate, Mina’s largest, softest teddy bear and an assortment of chick-flicks. He’s scowling with embarrassment.
He went downstairs. He had swallowed his pride and said to the girls that he needed a way to cheer you up. The girls had all but thrown things at him, gushing that he wanted to take care of you—him. Katsuki. The angry, I’m not fucking weak Lord Explosion Murder.
Feeling like he can’t feel any more fucking ridiculous, he puts a DVD in, sets the food on his bedside table, hands you the teddy bear then hops into bed with you, leaning his back against the headboard.
Silently, he wraps his arms around you and cuddles you close to him.
He’s a bit stiff and robotic about it at first, not exactly a master at comfort and affection, but when he hears you sniff then feels you lean into him, he relaxes.
He dares to let himself enjoy this feeling, just a little. It’s nice, having you in his arms, and he only hopes that one day he can do this when you’re smiling.
For now though, he watches the shitty chick-flick with you, accepting the occasional spoonful of semi-melted ice cream until you drift off in his arms, too exhausted from crying.
Once you’re asleep he sighs. What a fucking mess. He really will punch that good for nothing ex of yours one day.
He kisses you on the top of the head, switches off the movie then eases the two of you down into his bed. He hopes you’re not lonely. Breakups can be horrible, but hopefully when you wake up you’ll realise there’s no need to feel alone.