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All he'd been told to do was write down things he observed about his classmates. Their flaws. Their strengths. It was supposed to help him better identify what was making him mad and also force him to recognize that he had his own flaws, not all that different, from the people around him.
And maybe it was working; he'd noticed that he'd been much less angry since he started them. But it had stupid unwanted side effects as well. Like he found himself staring at people while trying to think through his reactions to their behavior, and his friends seemed to think he had fallen head over heels for Uraraka. Which was fucking dumb. He was Bakugou Katsuki, he didn't have time for silly crushes and the stomach-churning romance Pinky squealed over on movie nights. Besides, he wasn't sure he had a single romantic bone in his body.
He sure as hell didn't have the urge to bring anyone flowers or write them poems. The most he could manage in that department he was pretty sure was something like, "You fight good," and he'd be damned before he made a fool of himself giving awkward compliments.
His friends' obsessions with his "crush" on Uraraka were pointless. Even if he had a crush--and he didn't--he was not properly equipped to handle following through on it. He wouldn't know what to say or how to say it and he wasn't brain-dead enough not to see the way Uraraka's eyes sparkled when she looked at Deku.
He would never stand a chance. Still, the fact remained that out of all his classmates, Uraraka was the one that he found himself writing about the most and while he was pretty sure the feeling his chest wasn't something as frilly as a crush, it lingered and made him uncomfortable when he tried to identify it. Which seemed to be counterproductive to his therapy and he'd rather lick Shigaraki's crusty ass feet than ruin his progress toward being a better person.
So, he wrote. About Uraraka.
A lot.
It wouldn't have been an issue if he wasn't also a fucking dumbass. To say that he'd intentionally written everything about his classmates like letters, meant to be mailed out to everyone was wrong. But he couldn't deny that he'd written their names at the top right of every page and written his observations to the left of that. The mistake was glaringly obvious in hindsight. Not so much when he'd actually been writing. So, when he'd written something stupid during a break between classes, he'd thought the logical thing to do was throw the page away.
In the class trash can.
No one had seen him do it. Katsuki thought nothing of it. It had seemed like a perfectly safe thing to do. Yet, as the day continued, the whispering got louder, so much so that Aizawa hushed the class and gave up on teaching the lesson. The whispers didn't stop but he only caught certain pieces. "Who do you think wrote it?" and, "We should check everyone's handwriting," stood out to him.
He felt Deku jolt up when one of the girls whispered, "Do you think it was Midoriya?"
For a moment, Katsuki wondered what mess Deku had gotten himself into. Then he saw Pinky's hands, cradling the crumpled page he'd thrown in the garbage less than an hour before. The girls had all gathered around her craning their necks to better see what was written. Kaminari kept trying to peer in as well but Pinky pushed him away. "No boys allowed!" she'd said and Katsuki felt his stomach drop.
They thought it was a love letter. An unfinished love letter but a love letter nonetheless. And knowing Mina, she wanted to find out who wrote it on her own. She wouldn't risk Kaminari knowing and telling her. If he thought he could get away with it without being suspicious, Katsuki would have slammed his face into his desk.
'It wasn't a love letter,' he reminded himself.
But it didn't stop the overwhelming embarrassment causing him to want to shrink until he was no longer visible. "Maybe someone from Class B wrote it!" Uraraka said and for the first time since the whispering started, Katsuki looked in her direction.
Her face was flushed red and she was desperately reaching for the page like she had just as much reason to be embarrassed as he did. Mina scoffed. "Class B? Why would someone from Class B throw this away in OUR trash can?"
Invisible Girl squealed. "Ooh! What if they wanted her to find it but were too nervous to put it on her desk?"
Mina's eyes lit up but all Katsuki could think about was how wrong they were. There was no way he was going to speak up and expose himself but he could easily assure them that he had no intention of Uraraka finding the damn page. And he certainly wasn't from Class B. At least she didn't think it was from Deku. That thought was a lot more unpleasant. Regardless, her assumption of it being from class B had his mind racing. Did she expect love letters from someone in the other class? Was there a fling he hadn't observed?
Also, why didn't she think it was from Deku? The star-struck eyes told a different story. He resisted the urge to turn around and question Deku about it. What would he even say anyway?
"Hey did you reject floaty or what? Why doesn't she think that shit is from you?"
Hell, the fuck no. He wasn't going to turn into a gossipy schoolgirl over a stupid page he wrote. "Do you want it to be someone from Class B?" Mina teased, drawing out the vowels.
Maybe Katsuki didn't have to be a gossipy schoolgirl. Mina already had the gossip part down and she was certainly much more girl than he was. Uraraka sputtered, a blush spreading down her neck. "No!" she said, sounding both offended and like she'd been caught doing something bad, "I just thought that we shouldn't leave the possibility out!"
Well, that only made the situation more confusing. Maybe if she'd said it in a different tone he'd believed her. He hoped it wasn't the copycat bastard that she thought might have written it. He was pretty sure he could handle her thinking it was anyway else in that class but not Monoma.
Fuck Monoma.
Not even because of Uraraka. He just didn't like the guy. At all. Maybe a little because of Uraraka because she was way too nice to the copycat when their classes had to work together but that only irritated him because of how annoying the dumbass was in the first place. If he spent less time shouting about how much better class B was. No, he thought he might always hate the guy.
Gods, if she wanted his observation page to be from Monoma then he might blow himself up. "Well, while the class b thought is very intriguing, I think it's probably from one of our own," Mina whispered, eyes darting from side to side as if scanning for more evidence.
Katsuki felt himself tense and he hoped it wasn't as noticeable as it felt like it was. "So, let's start with Midoriya. Deku! You wouldn't have been writing love letters to our beautiful Ochako here, would you?"
The question was loud. So loud, in fact, that Aizawa sat up from his nap and interrupted them. "Alright," he huffed, "Enough."
Katsuki sucked in a breath for the first time in what felt like forever which was weird because he didn't recall holding his breath. Unfortunately, the quick breath caught the attention of Mina.
She pointed at him eyes raised. "You know something!”
"I know a lot of things you're going to have to be more specific than that," he snapped back, instinctively.
"Hmm," she narrowed her eyes, "Note to self, determine how many secrets Bakugou is willing to keep for Deku."
"Fuck off!"
His blood pressure was rising. He didn't know if it was better or worse that she thought he was covering for Deku. Had she not been serious when she teased him for his 'way too obvious' crush? Because he swore if she was just saying things to rile him up when she didn't even believe it. He shouldn't try to fight her. He wouldn't try to fight her. But he wanted to.
Aizawa cleared his throat. "I don't know what teenage nonsense you're all talking about but it's going to wait until you return to your dorms or you all will take over various cleaning duties."
Mina whined. "Ah, but, Mr. Aizawa it was just getting juicy."
Aizawa shook his head. "No, it was giving me secondhand embarrassment. Which is not permitted in my classroom. If you want to embarrass one of your teachers then wait until Mic's class."
"That isn't 'til tomorrow!"
Aizawa nodded. "Yes, so, waiting until the dorms is your only choice isn't it?"
Mina crossed her arms but didn't protest again, handing the page back to Uraraka. Uraraka cradled the page to her chest in a way that made Katsuki's stomach flip. Aizawa sighed as everyone settled back into their seats and started the lesson where he'd left off originally. Katsuki rolled his eyes. He could've stopped the whispering the first time, he just wanted to take a nap. Instead, Katsuki sat at his desk feeling like he was left in life-threatening peril as his heart pounded from almost being discovered and his stomach twisted over Uraraka so gently holding his observation page.
He felt betrayed.
It wasn't Aizawa's fault. Why had he thrown the stupid thing in the trash in the classroom? Why hadn't he just left it in his stupid notebook?
Or burned it.
He should've burned it.
Or thrown it away in his fucking bedroom like a normal person.
Or maybe he shouldn't have written it at all.
If he'd known Mina would get her hands on it then he wouldn't have. Which would've left his frustrating thoughts unresolved but at least they wouldn't have been public information. He doubted Uraraka would be nearly as gentle with the page if she'd known that he'd written it. Not that she'd be disgusted that it was him. Or at least he didn't think she'd be. She'd never given him any indication that she disliked him. It was just that he was pretty sure she thought it was from someone specific. And he was pretty sure he was not that someone.
Which was fine. She was never meant to read it anyway. If he'd wanted her to read any of that he would've put all of the pages on her desk. Not just the page that frustrated him into the trash. He probably had close to a hundred pages of inane ramblings about her. Which had never frustrated him until he got to the trashed page.
Most of his ramblings had been about her hero work and the things she said. The one he'd thrown away was about her face, her hair, and how generally soft she looked. It was about how he was pretty sure people's outward appearances reflected their personalities because she looked just as safe and welcoming as she was to everyone she talked to. Except he couldn't word it right. Every time he tried to write the thought down it came out weird. He'd crossed through sentences all over the page but left them readable.
Things like: "She makes me feel safe."
And: "Her kindness is unrivaled.”
And the one that probably made them think it was a love letter:
"By far the most beautiful, inside and out."
Which was also the one that made him chuck it in the garbage because even he could recognize that sounded like a crush. It wasn't even crossed out like the rest of them. He'd crumpled the page and thrown it away before he got that far.
He hated the rambling mess his brain had become. Had he always thought these things? Or did watching her make new feelings? He wasn't sure anymore. All he knew was that some things probably should not be written down. Like what he thought about Uraraka's appearance. And probably at least half of the things he'd written down over the last few weeks about her strengths. The strengths were okay without the thoughts on her face. It would've been fine if he just hadn't written something that sounded so much like a love letter.
Maybe he could still pretend he didn't know what was going on. Or that he'd just seen someone throwing something away. It would be okay as long as no one figured out it was him.
He wanted…
He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted Uraraka to keep cradling the page like it was something precious. But not if she thought it was from someone else. Worse, he hated the idea of telling her it was his. Not just because he didn't think he wanted to share his observation pages but also because he kept imagining it ruining whatever good emotions she was feeling. Maybe it would be okay if she thought it was from someone else…
As long as the idea made her happy.
But that was pathetic and… He really needed to book another therapy session before he drove himself insane. A paper ball flew over his shoulder from behind and bounced across his desk. He recognized Deku's handwriting at the top before he even unfurled the page.
"Kacchan, you know I didn't write the love letter, right? I promise."
It could have been the weirdest question Deku ever asked him if he was being honest. Why did it sound like Deku was trying to comfort him? Why the hell did Deku think Katsuki would care about who wrote the stupid letter? Unless he'd jumped on the bandwagon of people thinking Katsuki had a crush on Uraraka, of course.
Dammit.
If he'd somehow messed up whatever chances Deku and Uraraka had at romance because Deku didn't want to step on his toes… Fuck his life. He wasn't about to pass the note back to the nerd but he did throw an okay sign up with one of his hands. He heard Deku let out a breath behind him. Katsuki was going to burn all his damn observation pages when they got out of class. He didn't understand how Deku had held on to those hero notebooks for so long. How was he not constantly embarrassed by the things he wrote down?
Although, he guessed he'd never seen Deku write down anything about how pretty their classmates were. He didn't know if that was from lack of looking or because Deku truly stuck to writing about people's quirks.
Katsuki rolled his eyes.
Why hadn't he also just stuck to hero work?
'Because your therapist told you to look at people, not heroes,' he thought.
He hadn't thought about writing down hero work or analyzing it. He wasn't trying to improve his hero work through therapy he was trying to improve himself as a person overall. Maybe that's why he focused on Uraraka so much. It wasn't a crush. He just thought she was a genuinely good person and as someone trying to be a genuinely good person, he found himself watching her example. There was no way he'd ever be all cutesy and overly nice like she was but there was more to her than that anyway. Sometimes he wondered if her closest friends realized how much she went out of her way for them.
Did they not also want to follow her example?
He could only guess, but he was pretty sure he was alone in wanting to imitate her. Which baffled him. He never saw any of the people she hung around doing the things she did. He'd never once heard any of them check on her the same way she checked on them. Maybe they didn't realize how good she was to them because it was normal for them. It probably didn't even bother her. She probably didn't notice that she gave a whole lot more than she was given. Because she was like that. Her kindness never seemed like an imposition to her.
Her and Deku had that in common. He wouldn't be surprised if the two of them started some kind of program to help people more than they already did through their hero work. He could see them both devoting all of their time and energy to other people without a single complaint. Katsuki wondered if it was possible to teach the two of them that it was okay to be selfish sometimes. Because while he admired their drive to be good and do good things, he hated watching them sacrifice bits of themselves just for the happiness of other people. The benefit of Deku being the way he was, was that he was prone to large shocking gestures and over-the-top shenanigans. So, people noticed it when he wasn't doing okay and told him to take a break, Katsuki included.
Uraraka seemed to never hit that limit. But Katsuki knew that she had to have a limit that she could handle just like everyone else. As angel-like as her behavior was, he knew she was only human. When was the last time someone told her it was okay for her to relax for a little while? It was a thought he'd written down multiple times but it never left his mind. It was like an unwelcome intruder trying to prove a point he didn't want to hear. But the fact was that he heard it anyway.
Some part of him, maybe all of him, wanted to be the one to let her rest. He wanted to make sure that she got a good meal and slept through the night and got told that her kindness meant something to the world.
And he'd never felt like that before.
The feeling in his chest that pushed the want forward was something he couldn't describe. Warm and welcoming but sometimes twisting and making him uneasy. He could never decide whether he loved or hated it. Whether he wanted it to continue or to stop. If he could just figure out WHY he felt the way he did, maybe he'd be able to decide. "Bakugou!" Aizawa all but shouted.
Katsuki snapped his head up to face the man, only to find the classroom almost empty.
"Class ended," Aizawa said, "Go home so I can go home."
Katsuki rolled his eyes but stood up and gathered his things anyway. "Kacchan are you okay?"
Deku's voice came from behind him. He should've known the nerd would wait for him if he lingered behind.
"I'm fine, Deku. Don't know why you're worried."
"Well, it's just," Deku squeaked, "I know I already said it but I didn't write the love letter."
"I know." Katsuki snapped before he could control his tongue.
He sighed. "Just stop worrying about it, Deku. I know you didn't write it."
Deku looked relieved which honestly pissed Katsuki off again but he held his tongue.
"Why do you think I care who wrote the letter?”
The question came out through gritted teeth but Katsuki could hear the vulnerability in his voice. So he pulled his shoulders back and his chin up, trying to overcompensate with intimidation. Deku looked away from him. "I just... You seemed really tense when they asked me.”
"Had nothing to do with you," Katsuki muttered.
Deku shifted from foot to foot, looking meekly at the floor. "So, was Mina right? Do you know something about who wrote it?"
Katsuki groaned and walked toward the door. "What the fuck? Are you jealous or something? That's dumb."
Izuku huffed and scrambled after him. "I'm not jealous. I don't like Uraraka like that, we're just really good friends. I was mostly just curious because she deserves a lot of love and..."
Katsuki felt his face twist into disgusted confusion. "Why do you sound like her dad?"
"Kacchan, if you think I won't protect her from anyone with bad intentions, you're wrong."
Katsuki almost gagged. "So, what? Are you gonna fight anyone who wants to date her then? For someone who doesn't like her 'like that' you sure do sound possessive."
Izuku glared at him. "If you could stop misinterpreting what I'm saying that would be great."
Katsuki glared back at him. "If you don't want me to misunderstand why don't you spell it out for me, nerd?"
Izuku straightened his spine and pulled his shoulders back, which wouldn't have been intimidating if he wasn't slightly larger than Katsuki.
"I will not let anyone hurt Ochako. That includes Class B, it includes Class A, it includes me and it includes you. No one." Izuku's eyes flashed for a moment. "So what I'm saying, Kacchan is that if you know who wrote the letter and you think that they're just messing with her, now is the time to tell me. Silence is compliance. So please remember that you're included when I say no one."
Then, as if he hadn't just vaguely threatened Katsuki, Izuku smiled and sheepishly ran his fingers through his hair.
"You know that you're one of my favorite people, Kacchan. I don't want to be mad at you for letting something bad happen to Ochako."
Katsuki's eyes darted back toward the classroom door, somewhat curious to see if Aizawa heard any of the lecture he was getting.
"You're fucking insane. You know that, right?" Kastuki bit out.
But he had to respect the dedication to protecting Uraraka. Kastuki could easily see himself making the same speech if he was closer to her. Izuku tilted his head to the side like he was trying to be cute. It was the same shit he pulled when they were babies, trying to convince their parents that he'd done nothing wrong. Katsuki rolled his eyes but smiled regardless. "Don't even start with the whole 'I'm too innocent to be wrong.' You know I can see right through that."
Flicking Izuku's forehead, Katsuki sped up his pace toward the dorms and tried to ignore the pressing stare on his back. It wasn't often that Izuku got super aggressive but when he did it always packed a punch. Katsuki always forgot how intimidating the bastard could be when he wanted. But what was he supposed to say?
"I accidentally wrote what was not intended to be a love letter to Uraraka?"
Absolutely not.
The number of stupid questions Izuku would throw in his direction if he said something like that. And how the fuck was that threat going to play out if it was Katsuki writing the damn thing? Especially unintentionally. Especially if it being him was going to ruin Uraraka’s good mood over it all? Or worse, what happened when she found out he hadn't intended for her to see it? Honestly, he had a lot of questions amount the limitations of the threat. But he definitely wasn't going to ask them. Izuku caught up to his pace easily. "You're sure you don't have anything to tell me, Kacchan?"
Katsuki shrugged. "I don't have anything to tell you."
Izuku hummed. "So," he drawled, "You either don't know who wrote it or you're certain that they don't have bad intentions."
Well, he had no intentions at all but he wasn't about to tell Deku that.
"There are no bad intentions, dumbass. You didn't have to get so aggressive. You act like I wouldn't have said something when they were asking earlier if I thought it was malicious."
Izuku stopped walking and Katsuki's feet stopped moving on their own a couple of steps after.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Izuku asked his tone something between confusion and amazement.
"What?"
Izuku eyes were wide and more alert than Katsuki had seen them in a long time. "Why didn't you...you said there are no bad intentions. So, you do know who wrote the letter. But the only reasons I can think of for you keeping quiet are..."
Izuku trailed off but Katsuki could see the thoughts flying around in his head. The hairs on Katsuki's arms stood up. "It has to be someone you're close with...or it had to be you. Those are the only reasons I can think of."
For the first time in his life, Katsuki's fight or flight response kicked in...in flight mode. Without time to process anything, he found himself sprinting down the hall. He darted past some of their classmates who were having fantastic times with their normal conversations, completely oblivious to the dilemma Katsuki had gotten himself into.
"Woah, where's the fire?" Kaminari yelled out behind but he didn't stop to answer. He pushed himself harder and did his best to move faster because beyond Kaminari yelling he could hear Deku’s feet hitting the pavement behind him.
His heart was pounding in his chest and his vision was tunneling inward so that he could only see what was in front of him. He had a goal in mind and a method to achieve it. He just had to get back to his room before Deku caught him. That was all. Then he could stay there for the rest of his existence pretending that his life wasn't a disaster. Except that even that wasn't possible because as he rounded the path and set his eyes on the dorm building, Uraraka stepped out in front of him with her hands up and a concerned face.
So, he did the only thing he could do to prevent himself from running directly into her. Throwing his weight backward and to the side a little, Katsuki lost his balance and fell. He tried to catch himself with his right hand but only succeeded in skimming across the pavement and giving himself an unwanted scrape. His body slid a small distance and stopped right before he would've hit Uraraka’s feet.
Judging from the airy feeling against his leg, he'd ripped his pants on the slide down. But besides his hand and the soreness in his right leg, nothing else hurt. Deku’s feet were approaching rapidly and Katsuki wasted no time in trying to scramble back to his feet and around Uraraka but most of the adrenaline pushing him forward was gone.
And when he tried to stand his right knee started throbbing and giving out. Maybe he did more damage than he thought. Regardless, he found himself falling back down slightly more to the right and just waiting for Deku’s questions to inevitably mortify him. Then, without saying a word, Uraraka stepped over him and put herself between him and Izuku. "I don't know what's going on," she started, voice firm and leaving no room for questions, "But it has to stop."
Izuku skidded to a halt a couple of feet away, eyes darting between Uraraka and Katsuki. "But..."
She shook her head. "No. Nothing is worth you two fighting again."
Izuku laughed. "But I don't want to fight him...I think...I might want to fight him if he answers my questions wrong."
Uraraka widened her stance just slightly. "Well, if it's just questions you're obviously asking something he doesn't want to answer."
Katsuki felt slightly like he was being babied but also wasn't going to speak up and risk exposing what Izuku had already figured out. Izuku was unfazed. "Oh, I'm sure he doesn't want to answer but it's important."
Uraraka crossed her arms. "You don't have to know everything."
Izuku opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before finally deciding not to speak. Instead, he just stared at Katsuki with wide eyes and nodded toward Uraraka as if thought Katsuki would follow the direction and say something to her. What the nerd expected him to say he didn't know.
"Hey don't pester Deku; let him attack me with questions"
"Hey, I wrote the thing you think is a love letter and that's what Deku is freaking out about."
There were no good options.
So, instead, he just glared at Izuku. "What the fuck are you looking at me for? What about this whole damn situation makes you think I'm going to say something to defend your side?"
Izuku threw his hands up. "What was even the point if you didn't plan on saying anything?!"
Oh, fuck, the nerd did want him to tell her he wrote the letter. Katsuki felt his face heat up and blood rush to his head. "You shut up! It's none of your business anyway!"
Izuku squatted, put his hands over his face, and quietly screamed to himself. At which point, Mina appeared in Katsuki's periphery and tapped him on the shoulder.
"This wouldn't be about the love letter for Ochako would it?"
She asked it like it was an innocent question but the conniving look in her eyes gave away her true intentions. Honestly, could someone knock him out? Just clock him right in the head and get him out of this mess? Uraraka whipped around and looked at him with wide eyes. "Wait, do you know about that? I thought it was a fluke earlier."
Mina snickered. "I told you he knew."
Uraraka almost bounced as she moved her feet to face him. "So, what do you know? Can you tell me? I don't want someone to feel like you betrayed them so like don't tell me if you're sworn to silence but any details you can give are greatly appreciated."
Izuku was rubbing his temples and mumbling to himself which honestly only made Katsuki tenser. He wanted to throw something at the bastard but had nothing to throw.
"Sooo," Mina drawled, "What do you know blasty boy?"
Katsuki sighed and stared resolutely at the ground in front of him. "I hate my life," he muttered and pushed himself to his feet.
His right leg protested him standing but he was not going to sit around for all this. "So, anyway, I don't know anything and you should fuck off."
Unfortunately, his luck was never good enough to leave the situation alone. Mina almost clung to his side.
"No, that's not fair. You can't just not say anything."
He scoffed. "I can and I will."
Mina pulled against his sleeve trying to force him to stay. He took several steps forward dragging her behind him as she smacked his shoulder. "You're so uncool."
He tried to pull her hands off his clothes. "Since when was I trying to be cool?"
Mina groaned. "Since all the time, you show off!"
Uraraka interrupted the argument. "It's okay, Mina, I promise. If he won't tell me that's okay."
Mina huffed but let go of Katsuki's sleeve. "It's not okay. It made you happy and you deserve a chance to talk to the person who wrote it!"
Uraraka smiled and Katsuki had to look away before the image got stuck in his mind permanently.
"But it is okay. I only really wanted to know to tell them to thank you. It's enough for me that someone out there thinks I'm something special."
Mina groaned. "But you are special. And you deserve to be told that ALL the time. We need to find the person who wrote it. I just know they'd make sure you know you're loved."
Uraraka’s face was becoming redder by the second and Katsuki could feel his own mirroring her. Izuku was staring at him with expectant eyes and a knowing smile, only making things worse. He needed to leave before anyone else noticed. Rapidly spinning on his heel, he marched back toward the dorm but something felt wrong. Unresolved. "I..." He said before he decided to speak, "I won't... I can't tell you who wrote the stupid thing but I'll tell them that you'd like to receive more of them."
Mina squealed. "Wait, really?? Awww Bakugou's gonna play your Cupid Chako!"
Except that he wasn't. He was keeping secrets. He'd confessed to nothing. Said nothing important. He couldn't because she wouldn't want to hear that he didn't have a crush on her. Or that she was never meant to see his page. If he had it his way, originally, she'd never have been given any indication at all that he thought she was "special."
Yet now that she knew, he couldn't take it back. She didn't even know the details. Had no way of knowing he'd just committed to writing her "love" letters. Only because he couldn't imagine NOT writing them if they made her happy. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he stop all this nonsense? Where had his desire to burn his observation pages gone?
His chest felt twisted, confused. But at least no one was following him or pestering him over it anymore. He could go back to his room and pretend he was just a third party in all the stupidity he'd gotten himself into.
To everyone but Deku.
"I won't tell anyone, Kacchan. But you should at some point."
So much for no one following him.
Katsuki glanced over his shoulder for only a second. "Just keep your mouth shut. It's not your choice."
"I still don't understand what the point was."
"What?" Kastuki all but growled. "Why write a love letter and leave it in plain sight but not sign your name? Why not tell her?"
Katsuki frowned. "She wasn't supposed to see it. And it's not a damn love letter."
Izuku's eyes appeared in his periphery wide and unbelieving. "Not a love letter?"
"I was just writing down observations nothing more."
Izuku softly laughed. "You called her more beautiful than anyone else from what I heard the girls saying."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "An objective truth if you idiots kept your eyes open."
Izuku patted him on the back. "Whatever you say, Kacchan."
Katsuki could only glare in response as Izuku ran past him and into the dorm building ahead of them. It didn't matter. He needed to get back to his room and look through his other observations for things that would make Uraraka happy.