Katsuki sat on the edge of his bed staring at his reflection in his TV screen, thinking about the girl who used to come over and play video games. He scoffed and lay back onto his bed, he shouldn't wast time thinking about weaklings like her.

Y/n a weakling? No, she was one of the strongest people he knew, not that he would admit it, but she was so fucking stupid.

He rolled onto his side, his brain reminding him against his will, of the H/c girl pushing him out of the way and lying limply in his arms. Despite being severely injured she still had the balls to argue with him.

"Fucking dumb ass." he mumbled

He stood up and walked down stairs, stopping only for his shoes as he walked out the door. The school had told them to stay inside but he wasn't going to listen to a bunch of old losers. He needed air.

He walked down his road stopping as he neared the neighborhood playground.He made a sharp left turn, not wanting to reminisce on any other old memories.

As he walked, he couldn't stop the image that had been haunting him for days from creeping into in head. An image of a H/c girl lying face down in a pool of blood reaching for a boy with green hair.

He glared at the ground, kicking a can so hard it flew into the air and bounced off a tree.

Katsuki looked up at the tree the can had hit and immediately wished he hadn't, he had been avoiding this place. This was where his last conversation with Y/n was before the entrance exam.

The blond boy had regretted his decision to break his phone because after a while, he wished he could still contact you and he had to pay for a new one. He couldn't bring himself to talk to you in person after how he acted, even he realized it was wrong. He cringed at the memory only know did he understand the side effect you were talking about, the draining part of your quirk. He didn't say anything after he found out because he didn't want to remind you about how he acted, you had seemed to have gotten over it.

Katskui turned around, deciding everything in this area would remind him of you, the person he was trying to get out of his head.

He walked back to his house, groaning when he saw his parents' car in the driveway.

"KATSUKI YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE OUTSIDE!" Mitsuki yelled out the window.

"FUCK OFF HAG!"

He walked into the house, trying to get to his room without running into his mother but was apprehended.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU!" she whacked him on the head.

"DON'T HIT ME HAG!" he yelled back.

"Mitsuki? Can you come help me with this?" his fathers voice came from the kitchen. His mother sent him a glare before going to help his father.

"Thank fucking god." he muttered under his breath.

He closed the door to his room and sat back down on his bed. He would be going back to school tomorrow, but you still hadn't woken up. The doctors didn't allow any visitors, so he could only hope you were fine.

He thought of your face contorted with pain after you had saved him in the USJ and cringed, he couldn't get you out of his head.

The reality of the situation was, you were his best friend and he had pushed you away until he had nothing, he had hurt you physically and mentally and for the fist time in a long time...

he felt bad.