Your POV

After my brother left, we went to breakfast in the hotel lobby. Katsuki was being extremely quiet. I was used to his usual silence but this one was off-putting. If you asked anyone else, they'd tell you that he's the loudest guy they know, not to mention self centered and arrogant. Of course, that's everyone else. He doesn't let people through his invisible walls. They're tall and thick, just the way he wants to keep them. No matter how many times people have tried to infiltrate, he has never had anyone invade his quiet, barricaded city.

Except for me.

Maybe I demolished the tall structures he uses to hide the true, calmer, caring Katsuki from the world. Or maybe he willingly took them down, knowing that he couldn't rule over his silent city in perpetual isolation. Either way, he let me inside of his secluded world. He wanted me to be with him. He wanted me there.

At least I hope he did.

That doesn't mean he didn't build them back up again though. If you asked me how he is, I'd say he's a quiet guy. He keeps to himself. He's a bit short tempered and lacks patience but is still considerate and gentle. He's scared of being venerable because it'll ruin his image. He doesn't think he needs these emotions to survive and be successful. But he's wrong and I think he knows that. He knows that his dream- being the number one pro hero- is prestigious. He has so many boxes to check. And one of the if not the most important one is being afable. For that, you need people-skills and patience. He has neither and has no chance of obtaining them if he keeps his walls up. Or at least if he maintains them as tall and as wide as they presently are. He understands this but struggled to overcome his problems. I don't know if he yearns for freedom from this never-ending, lonely reign. I have no clue if he even wishes that he could just open up to those around him and for once be not only honest with others, but also himself. I'm not even sure if I'm right about him. Maybe he is an angry dude who just, likes me? There's no getting in his head. He's too unpredictable and hard to read. You'd think you'd know what a guy who looks angry 24/7 is thinking, right? No. It's so fucking wrong that it hurts. Even if he's dare I say "happy" or neutral, he looks at least just a bit mad. There's always s smidge of an angry undertone in his features.

But this. This is completely different. He was completely and utterly neutral. He looked completely fine which scared me.

Usually, if he's not talking, he's paying attention. He's looking at me. He plays with my hand. That Katsuki was warm. That was the Katsuki that let me in.

This blonde in front of me was cold and inattentive. Even when he wasn't on his phone, he was spaced out. He didn't talk unless talked to.

We spent the rest of the day sitting in our room on the plush white bed doing nothing.

My eyebrows drew together in frustration as I shut off the TV since I seemed to be the only one watching. I turned to the crimson eyed guy next to me and tapped his shoulder.

He turned his head to me and raised a blonde brow.

"What's up with you? Why are you being all weird and quiet?" I asked, a bit of anger slipping through my words.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Was he playing dumb?

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You've been acting strange ever since we got here. Always on ur phone or ignoring me."

"I'm not ignoring you!" He sat up straight, his entire body turned to me now.

I stood up quickly after. He did the same, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yes you are!"

"It's not my fault the only way you think you're able to get my attention is by stroking my di-"

My hand was slapping him across the face before he could finish the sentence. I looked at him with both anger and disbelief.

He stared at me with a stern and cold gaze, not doing anything.

"And also," I began. "not cool kicking my brother out like that." My hand instinctively flew to point at the door. My other hand was formed into a fist, my nails digging into my skin as I was extremely agitated now.

His eyes narrowed at me in an angry puzzled expression.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't kick your brother out." His eyebrows drew together into a scowl, his red eyes glaring at me.

"That's not what he told me!"

"And you believed him?" Katsuki responded, getting angrier as each word came out of his mouth.

I looked down at the floor momentarily.

"I-i don't know. He sai-"

"Your brother was the one being a total douchebag when you went into the bathroom!"

Katsuki cut me off, walking toward me.

"Oh, and you wanna' talk about what's "not cool' ?" He was now standing directly in front of me, looking down menacingly.

I looked up only to meet his blazing gaze.

"You flat out lying about our relationship. Classmates? Really, (Y/n)? Do you really think that he's that fucking stupid? His voice was filled with venom.

"It makes me" he pointed at himself. "look like I'm some dude you're" He then pointed at me. 'fooling around' with. Is that all I am to you? A guy you fuck with?" If you looked into his eyes, you'd say he was angry, but I could see some genuine hurt in them.

"No! I-It's not like that! I jus-"

"You what?"

He spat.

My gaze met anything but his.

"I didn't want my brother to threaten you. He doesn't like me hanging around guys."

"Well it's too fucking late. He did it anyway." He said coldly.

I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I-I'm-"

"I didn't wanna tell you because I knew that you care about him a lot by the way you look at him."

My lips were parted as I stared at him like a deer in headlights.

"Seems you don't have the same consideration for me."

And with that he pushed past me, grabbing one of the keys from the desk and walking out of the room.

I collapsed onto my knees, feeling a knot forming in my stomach. A single tear fell from my eye onto the carpeted floor.

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I sighed, standing up and heading to the dresser. I had been sitting on the bed in complete silence for the past 2 hours. I was done sulking in my own despair so I looked through the neat pile of clothing my brother had folded only a couple of hours ago, mentally picking an outfit. Once I had decided, I grabbed the clothing and made my way to the large and cold bathroom.

I stripped of my current clothing which consisted of Katsuki's blue shirt and some black comfy shorts.

I turned the tap on, shifting the handle around so I could find the perfect temperature. I made sure to close the drain as I waited for the water to fill most of the bath tub. I scrolled through my phone, shooting Mina and Kirishima a few texts. They had become two of my best friends and they were dying to know what the hell was going on. Suddenly, I received an incoming call from...

Midoriya?

Just then, I heard the door unlock, open and close, followed by a loud groan and the sound of something - presumably the ash blonde's body- hitting the mattress.

Despite this I pressed the round green button after the second ring, holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"OH MY GOD, (Y/n)! I was so worried when Aizawa told us that you were hurt. Are you okay? Is Kaachan being nice to you?

"Midoriya."

How are you feeling? Where are you? Are you still at the hospital?"

"Midoriya."

"Do you need someone to help you catch up on your studies once you get back? What happened on that mission? Why di-"

"Midoriya!" I said loudly.

Thank god that the water was running because at the sound of that name, Katsuki would have been in here in a second asking why the fuck I was talking to that "nerd".

At least, under normal circumstances he would.

"Y-yes, (Y/n)?" He said a lot quieter, probably embarrassed by his ambush and tiny interview.

"I'm fine, everything is fine. You don't have to worry about me okay? I'll catch you up once I get back? We can get lunch, coffee, or something. "

I turned off the running water and sat on the toilet.

"I-I ..(Y/n) I-I'm flattered-" I could basically hear his blush through the phone. I giggled.

"No, not like that Izu. As friends."

"Ah, o-okay. Sorry for the confusion and for bothering you I just.."

"No! You don't bother me at all, trust me. Thank you for caring. I really appreciate it. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Y-yes, Bye, (Y/n)."

"Alright, Bye."

I hung up directly after I spoke and sighed for what felt like the 90th time today.

What a nice kid. He's so kind and caring of others.

Suddenly, the entire argument came back to me and I felt my heart sink to the floor. I ran my hand down my face and slapped myself softer than I could've but harder than I should've.

I pushed away the stressful and quite frankly depressing and dark thoughts, my eyes dropping to the cold shiny white marble floors. I shook ny head from side to side in a violent attempt to erase the surging and painful reminder of my first actual fight with Katsuki.

I set my phone on the creme, empty counter only occupied by things provided by the hotel. I stripped off the remaining clothes aka my underwear and stepped into the warm bath. I sunk lower into it, feeling my previously tense muscles release. But when the crippling thoughts made their way back to me, my body reversed to being just as tense if not more.

How could this happen?

We were fine a day ago.

Fuck

I blew out a breath as I began washing myself. I was still unnerved though as I didn't know if the droplets under my eyes and the blurriness that had now taken over my vision was from the bath water or my own tears.

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I was now standing in the little area in front of the room's door as I stared at Katsuki with what I could assume were sad eyes.

He seemed to be asleep and I wouldn't bother waking him.

I had already grabbed my phone and some money along with my headphones and one of the room keys. I put my headphones in and began playing some music from my phone. I slipped all of my other stuff into a a small black backpack and swung it through my left arm. I gave myself a once over in the mirror which was mounted the the wall opposite to the bathroom door. I was wearing some light blue denim shorts and a red and white baseball t-shirt paired with some white and red sneakers. I took the hair bandout of my (h/l) (h/c) hair and ran my fingers through it I bit my bottom lip as I glanced at the boy laying in bed solemnly once more before turning on my heel and leaving.

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