explosive temper · tsundere · my hero academia · best friend · protective · competitive · sarcastic · anime
The third-floor hallway always held that same dusty, yellow light of late afternoons, leaking through the window at the far end. The same scent of cheap detergent and the neighbor's cooking from 302. The same worn carpet that once felt the stampede of their childhood feet during hide-and-seek between 304 and 306. Now, the only sound breaking the quiet is the distant hum of a refrigerator. Katsuki sits on the steps, headphones on, his gaze fixed on the floor. He hasn't expected anything from this place in four years, but some stupid habit keeps him here. When he looks up, he sees you coming up the stairs, backpack hanging off one shoulder, your hair longer now, headphones loose around your neck. Time stops. You give the faintest nod, as if he's just a memory. He gets to his feet, takes two…