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Katsuki's eyes widened..

His squad were the traitors...

They were the ones killing... spying and telling all the secrets.

Though he did not care for the dead students.. or the intel that was said...

He wanted to know if the memories meant anything to them.

He wanted to know if late night movies meant anything? Or the long walks in the park? Or maybe the midnight hang outs?

Did they not care for him at all?

The words they shared meant nothing?

He was alone...

For he was outcasted even more than before...

Though that didn't matter...

He just thought of memories.

The ghost stories that they told to each other... when they found out Katsuki's huge fear ghost.. the cuddle party to cheer him up.

When they protect him from his mum's harsh words and even harsher hands.

Then they stopped his father's constant guilt tripping and gaslighting.

Was none of it real?

He depended on them so much and now they are gone.

Maybe he deserved it... maybe he didn't.

For that didn't matter... cause now he was alone.

What did matter when you were alone?