You turned on the light to your room and found Bakugou standing in the middle of your dorm.

"Are you psychotic?! Why are you standing in my room in the dark?" you tried to keep your voice down.

He completely ignored your question, he yanked you into your room, closing the door behind you. "Did you go on a date with dunce face?" He looked at you intently, not letting go of your arm.

You tried to get your arm back, but his grip was too strong, "I asked you a question first, and what does it matter to you?"

"I came here to talk with you, or did you not get my text?" He bit the last part out at you. Knowing that you chose to ignore his message. "And it doesn't matter, I just-" he stopped, he didn't have an answer for that last question, at least not one that wouldn't admit how he felt about you.

There was a pause he looked away from you for a moment. When he glanced back all he said was, "So, you did go out with him." He stated it, like it was already a known fact. His eyes glaring, not at anything in particular, but like he was upset just at the thought of it.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and came clean. You didn't know why you did but it just felt like the right thing to do. "We went to the movies; I didn't really even want to go. I just used him, so I didn't have to talk to you. But you can see how well that plan went." You couldn't meet his eyes as you said the last part.

The silence filled the space between you, settling in as you stood still, his hand still wrapped around your arm. Both of you didn't know what to say at that point. Part of you wanted to kick him out of your room, you couldn't help but still feel upset about today. But another part of you just wanted to get this talk over with. You were tired of not knowing why he was so upset.

So, you broke the silence first. "You came here to talk, so tell me, what happened today with Shinso?"

You could see his jaw tighten as he clenched his teeth, he paused a moment before he answered, "Next question."

"Just answer the question."

With his jaw still set he almost growled, "I said next question."

With a sigh you spoke again, "Fine," you took a breath, calming yourself down, before you asked another question, "Do you really think I'm that kind of person? Someone who's just messing around with-" but you didn't want to finish your sentence. You looked up into his eyes, they weren't glaring into you anymore but there was still something there, blocking you from seeing how he truly felt.

He closed his eyes, like he was contemplating his answer. "No, I don't. I was upset and angry and I said something that I didn't mean." He didn't look at you as he spoke, like he didn't want to see your reaction to the confession that he was wrong.

"Why did you get so mad?"

His jaw clenched again, and his shoulders and arms became tense. You couldn't help but notice that they looked more defined somehow and your mind drifted slightly wanting to know how good it would feel to have them wrapped around you. You scolded yourself mentally, now was not the time for that.

"I don't know," he sounded annoyed, "I just can't help getting upset sometimes when other guys are around." He groaned like he didn't want to admit that. "When I heard that dunce face say he wanted to take you out and then I saw you with Shinso, I just got angry and it's not like you've made any move to tell me or even show me how you feel." He began rambling, rushing through his words. "Even now, I can't help but get upset knowing that you looked that pretty on a date with that dunce face loser."

You smirked up at him, as he stopped realizing what he just said. "You think I look pretty?"

He closed his eyes, putting his head down. "Out of everything, that's all you heard?" He let out a sigh. "Sometimes I hate you." But you knew he didn't mean that.

You thought back to your parent's house when you'd said something similar. You smirked again, "Yeah right."

He looked at you with a nearly blank face, "What's that supposed to mean?" And you knew he remembered too.

You grabbed his shirt pulling him down to your level and exactly as he said before you said, "You're so into me."

He barely let you finish your words before his lips collided with yours. The force of his kiss forcing you to stumble back until you could feel your door behind you. It wasn't long until his hands snaked to the backs of your thighs, your back sliding up the door as he picked you up to his level. Your arms instantly went around his neck and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, even with the movement the kiss didn't break. Taking one of his hands he placed it on the side of your neck, his fingers barely touching your hair, as he rubbed his thumb across your jaw.

He pulled back slightly, leaving his forehead pressed to yours. His eyes dropped slightly, before he looked back at you, "I like you, dumbass. I'm not good with this kind of thing, but just know that."

You couldn't hold back the smile that surfaced, you heart was racing and your head spinning. He truly had no clue of the effect he had on you. "I feel the same," you paused, if he had found the courage to say it you had to find that courage too, "I like you too, Katsuki." There was no taking it back now, it was out there and at some point, you'd have to deal with the consequences.

Again, barely letting you get the words out, he pressed his lips to yours. His kisses making you lightheaded, and your heart seemed to swell at the fact that he had admitted to you verbally how he felt. Neither one of you seemed willing to break the kiss, but finally you both pulled away, coming back for air before he pulled you back to him again.

His hands left your legs moving up to your sides to wrap around your back, holding you to him as he pulled you away from the door. He dropped you on your bed, the fall causing you to yelp in surprise. He let out a single laugh as he knelt next to you, his face hovering over yours. His eyes searching yours, taking in all of your features.

"What do you look for when you look at me like that?" you questioned, looking into his intense stare.

"I'm just trying to read your expressions, figure out what you're thinking." He spoke absentmindedly, as his eyes continued to stare into you.

"And what have you found?" you asked, genuinely curious what Katsuki see's when you look at him.

He smirked at you, "I'm not telling."

"You know I can just look right?" you said smirking back.

"But you won't," spoke softly as he gently pinched your chin between his fingers, leaning in to kiss you again.

You liked Katsuki, sure, but it was this gentle side that he rarely ever showed that made you feel head over heels for him. Your heart was beating fast in your chest, it felt like it was moving quicker than during your run earlier.

He pulled away, pushing you over so he could join you on your bed. You put yourself under his arm, resting your head on his shoulder. Picking up his hand, from the arm draped around you, you traced the lines of his fingers and palm, touching the rough callouses as your finger moved. As you laid there, your mind couldn't help but wander. Now that you'd both made your feelings clear, you couldn't hide behind the unknown and possible what ifs.

The likelihood of this relationship continuing further, in your mind, was fairly high. That being said, you had to fess up to your brother at some point. But you didn't know how or even when the right time was. You tried to come up with something, anything that would prevent him from being mad at you. But you really didn't see an option. You'd already got a taste of how upset he would be from that day you returned from your weekend at home.

You closed your eyes, maybe you could ease him into the idea? Maybe if he saw that things wouldn't change between you two and between him and Katsuki, then everything would be okay? Maybe this was something you should talk with your mom about. She knew your brother so well; he was definitely a momma's boy and perhaps she could say something to keep him from getting upset with you.

"Katsuki?" your head tilting up to look at him.

His eyes were closed but he still answered, "Hmm?"

"Nothings going to change between you and my brother, right?"

His eyes opened then, and he looked down at you with a confused look, "Why would they change?"

"I was just wondering, mostly just thinking about how E's going to react to this." You gestured in between you both as you spoke. He nodded slowly in response. Waiting another moment, you wanted to ask him something else, but you didn't know if it was the right thing to do. You sat up and turned to look at him. "Katsuki, I hate to ask you this, but could you not tell him? I want to be the one to tell him, I just don't know how."

He didn't say anything for a while, he only stared at you for a few moments. Looking away, he had to think about his answer. After what felt like forever, he looked back at you, "Fine, but if you wait too long dumbass, I'm going to tell him."

You didn't really like that answer, but it's not like you had much of a choice. When you didn't say anything he spoke again, "Deal?"

"Fine, deal." You huffed, sticking your hand out for him to shake. He only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him so he could kiss you again.

Your Saturday was spent working on the essay for Aizawa. Katsuki forced you to focus on writing, only rewarding you with a break whenever you'd finished a page or so of work. Your breaks consisted of kisses and cuddling, with occasionally leaving your room to get something to eat. Katsuki would roll his eyes and grumble every time you claimed it was time for a break. He'd always say he just wanted to finish the essay, but you knew he secretly liked it, considering he was the one who would pull you away from your desk.

Before you knew it, the sky had turned dark, finishing up your conclusion, you saved your document and closed out, figuring you can proofread it later before you turned it in. You turned around in your chair to face Katsuki. He was laying in your bed reading some book. He'd finished his essay about an hour before you and had decided to stay in your room with you, helping you whenever you couldn't think of a word or felt your sentence sounded funny.

"Hey." You called out, trying to grab his attention.

"What?" his eyes not leaving the page he was reading.

You picked up a pencil from your desk and tossed it at him, "Hey!"

He set his book down and gave you an annoyed look, "I said what."

"Yeah but you didn't give me your full undivided attention," you laughed. He only rolled his eyes at you. Moving to join him on your bed you spoke again, "Since we finished our essays early, we should do something fun tomorrow."

He grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers, "Define fun."

"I don't know, we could go watch a movie, or now that it's getting closer to summer we can go to the beach or an amusement park!"

"Those ideas don't totally suck, but is that how you're going to tell your brother?"

Your face scrunched together in confusion, "What do you mean? We won't be as school; how will he know?"

"The last few times we were together outside of campus we ended up in some stupid articles."

You leaned back in surprise, "You saw those?"

"Tch, it's not like I was looking dumbass, I couldn't care less what the media puts out about me. The old hag on the other hand, well she couldn't wait to question me about it."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of Mitsuki sending him those articles. "How about we go in disguise? It'll be like an undercover mission to have fun." You gave him a cheesy smile.

"That sounds stupid." His face blank, matching the delivery of his words.

You scoffed at him, "Why so rude? Do I need to tell your mom your being mean to me?"

"I don't care what that old hag thinks," he looked down at you then only to be met with those puppy dog eyes you used before. He let out a frustrated sigh, "Whatever, you pick what we do tomorrow, it's your turn anyway." He had his pouty face on and picked up his book, your hand still in his.