(Y/n) swiftly sliced a potato into quarters before gathering the pieces and dropping them in a water-filled pot next to her chopping board. She grabbed another unpeeled potato from another pot and performed her earlier action on it.

The girl was currently in the dorm's kitchen, preparing dinner for the rest of her classmates. Like the previous day, the day had ended well with no unwelcome affairs and she had completed her report, just in time for the weekend and her weekly duty to roll around. She didn't mind cooking. Though she would've preferred to be sleeping as she felt tired, it gave her something to do and keep her mind occupied at the very least.

A few meters away from her, she could hear several voices and background music coming from the television, accompanied by the occasional chuckling and unnecessary commentary from the students watching it. Judging from the distracted glances she had sent towards the flickering screen and the subtitles, they were watching a supernatural TV show.

Katsuki was among them, not that she cared or anything. And while she wondered how his friends had managed to convince him to stay there, she could tell that he wasn't watching as he was busy glaring down at his phone while furiously typing away. He was probably having a war with someone over text. That, or he was arguing with someone on the internet because that wouldn't even be remotely surprising considering how easily triggered he is.

Again, not that she cared or anything.

"Hey, (Y/n)?"

The girl paused her slicing and looked over her shoulder towards the orotund voice.

"Oh, hey," she smiled at the approaching boy.

"Here are the carrots you requested from the store," Sato placed a green paper bag on the counter and gave her a grin. "I was lucky enough to find some spring onions too so I got them for you."

(Y/n) downed her knife and wiped her hands on her apron. The bag crinkled loudly while she opened it to view its contents' quality and she took in a whiff of the vegetables' earthy smell. Nodding to herself, she smiled at him.

"Thanks, Sato. You're a lifesaver," she picked the bag up and carried it over to the sink. Placing a large pot under the tap, she tipped the bag over to pour the vegetables into the pot. "I honestly had no idea what I was gonna do after Kaminari used up all the carrots yesterday night."

"You're welcome," the male checked out the chopping board and submerged sliced potatoes. "So, what are you making for us today?"

"Nothing too complicated," tossing the bag aside, she turned the tap on to fill the pot. "Just nikujaga."

"Whoa," Sato rubbed his palms together, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "I'm sure it will taste delicious. You're one of the best cooks in our class so I can't wait for it to be ready."

"Awe," a touched smile crept up her face, "thank you. You know, I really can't wait for the next 'Sugar Time'," she heaved out a disappointed sigh. "I missed this week's since I went to sleep early. I was really looking forward to your cupcakes."

"Oh, yeah?" he folded his buff arms across his chest. "I can always make some for you anytime. All you have to do is ask."

"Really?" she asked as she turned the tap off.

"Yeah."

"You know, you should be careful with your words," she pointed at him while she headed back to her potatoes. "Otherwise, I might just use them against you one of these days."

Sato scoffed an amused laugh and opened his mouth to reply when his eyes fell on someone making their way towards them. His posture wavered and he clamped his mouth shut, his smile fading. Noting his sudden silence, (Y/n) shot him a confused look from over her shoulder and her brows furrowed upon seeing his unsettled look. She turned to look at what got him spooked, only to have her breath get caught in her throat and her heart to jolt in her ribcage.

Standing behind the counter with his murder-filled eyes glowering holes at Sato, was Katsuki.

"Beat it, fish lips!" he spat darkly.

"Whoa," the taller boy held up his hands in surrender and backed up from (Y/n). "Sorry man. I don't want any trouble."

Katsuki's eyes narrowed as a warning. "Then fuck off."

"Okay. Okay. I'm going."

Before walking away, Sato whispered a quick 'sorry' to (Y/n), completely submitting to Katsuki's alpha male dominance and territorial aggression.

(Y/n) helplessly watched as he left the kitchen, his head hung and shoulders sagging. She turned back to the ash-blonde in front of her with a frown marring her face. It was a good thing that there was a counter between them, otherwise she probably wouldn't have been able to maintain the air of composure she had around her.

"You didn't have to be rude, you know," she chided while sizing him up. "He was just being nice."

"Shut up," he gruffly ordered.

Biting back a retort, (Y/n) looked away from him and took another potato to resume her chopping while ignoring his presence.

Katsuki's piercing eyes roamed over her face, noting that she didn't have a band-aid on her temple anymore and that the cut was healing up nicely, leaving behind a scab. They then drifted over her form, from her messy bun, to her cute 'be nice to me or I'll poison your food' apron she wore, to her terribly cut potatoes down to the half-empty cup of coffee next to the chopping board.

"Listen," gaze snapping back to her, he started. "The old hag told me to go home tomorrow."

(Y/n)'s knife sliced hard through the vegetable, her eyes widening a tad bit. She looked up at him, her lips parted.

"Oh," FUCK. PLEASE DON'T BE WHAT I THINK IT IS. PLEASE DON'T BE WHAT I THINK IT IS. "Okay?"

Katsuki's brow twitched, his scowl deepening. They weren't obvious as he had to look hard enough to notice the dark circles under her eyes. "Do I have to fucking spell it out for you? We're going home together."

MOTHERFUCK- Frowning, her skeptical glance trailed to the side before going back to him. "And...who said?"

"Your mom, you fucking moron," he clicked his tongue, his upper lip curling up as he recalled the array of messages his mother had sent him. "You told her shit and she told the old hag and the next thing I know that bag of wrinkles is blowing up my fucking phone telling me to haul ass back home and bring you along with me."

Why mother? Why must you forsake me so? She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Great. Perfect."

"Fucking peachy is what it is," he said. "So get your shit ready by seven-thirty. We're leaving at eight."

"Uh," her brows drew together. "Why so early? If we do that we'll get caught up in the congestion of the morning commute. Plus it's a Saturday."

His chin lifted. "Do I look like I give a fuck?"

No, you don't, (Y/n) wanted to say but instead let out a resigned sigh. Somehow that question brought back unpleasant memories from when they were back in the simulation room.

"Look, Bakugou," she shifted the knife to her other hand and grabbed the coffee cup, "if being pressed up against multiple strangers is your kink, you do you. I mean," she brought the cup to her lips and lifted her shoulder in a shrug, "it's not my place to judge, but I'll just head out at my own time, 'kay?"

"Ha-" Katsuki's eyes widened, his face flushing an angry red. "Oi, it's not my kink, you fucking pervert!!"

Scoffing, (Y/n) took a couple of sips of her lukewarm coffee.

"Kink?" Mineta's voice piped up from the sofa ahead as he curiously peered from behind it at the two teenagers. "Did someone say kink? Bakugou, you-"

Katsuki whirled around, throbbing veins protruding on his forehead and held up a sparking palm. "Think your next words through well midget or I'll break my fucking foot off in your ass!!"

Mineta paled and shot back down on the sofa, grateful for once in his life that he was short enough to be hidden by it.

(Y/n) brought the cup down and smacked her lips as Katsuki turned back to glare at her. She casually gave him a once-over, taking subtle note that his nose was healed from the beating she had given it. She wondered how she hadn't noticed it the day before. He must've gone to the nurse back in Isami.

"Nine thirty," she said flatly.

"Nine." Katsuki countered.

Her eyes narrowed in obstinacy. "Nine twenty."

"Nine ten," his eyes narrowed in challenge.

"Nine fifteen."

"Done."

Upon seeing her small, victorious smirk, Katsuki shoved his hands in his sweatpants' pockets with a peevish scowl. "Stubborn fuck."

He flicked a look back at the chopping board and looked up at her. (Y/n) squinted, her fingers tightening around the knife's handle at his audacity.

"I will stab you in the neck if you dare say something about how I cut my potatoes," she said, her voice dripping low with edge.

"Bet."

"Then go ahead and try," she smiled in mock innocence.

Katsuki remained silent, completely brushing off the promise in her words because of how stupidly cute she looked when she got mad. And as much as he wanted to take her up on her challenge, something told him that she didn't have the energy to keep up with him. So without another word, he simply turned around and headed back to the sitting area.

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head as a frown took over her smile. She took another sip of her drink while she watched him from over the rim of her cup. Her eyes strayed down to his broad back, lingered on his muscled arms for few seconds before darting away.

She downed the rest of the coffee and set the empty cup down on the countertop. Shifting the knife back to her other hand, she gathered the slightly discolored potatoes on the chopping board and tossed them into their designated pot.

She snuck another sidelong glance at Katsuki. He had plopped down next to Kirishima on the sofa, with the redhead almost immediately turning to him to question him. Katsuki wasn't wearing the deep-set scowl he had on earlier anymore but from the way he carried himself, it was as if he was pleased with himself for accomplishing something.

Clicking her tongue, (Y/n) took another potato and sliced it with unnecessary force.

As much as she didn't want to admit, he had indeed accomplished something. A lot more than what she was comfortable with. In mere minutes, he had riled her up, exhausted her, amused her a bit, made her murderous...

But worst of all, he had woken up those stupid moths in her stomach. Moths that should have been dead a long time ago.

She tsked.

After nearly two days of silence between them, she had assumed that if things were to go on as they had then Katsuki would go back to being a blast from the past and the unfortunate events from the week would be put behind them.

But much to her dismay, it only turned out to be wishful thinking and she realized that she was falling back to her bad habits; avoiding the inevitable situation between them and ignoring a disturbing issue that she had tried so hard not to think about.

That she might just not...be completely over him...

She paused with a sigh and bit down hard on her lip.

God, what was she doing? What was she thinking? How could she let that happen? She didn't need any of that. She didn't have the time or correct headspace for that. And the look he gave her the day before...What was up with that? And why was she still thinking about it and how it made her feel?

It was all bullshit. Bullshit she wanted no part of, but as luck would have it, well...FUCK.

Just when she thought she'd get a break from the drama and maybe practice a little self-care, one of the major causes of her headaches just had to follow her home. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

A figure passed by the kitchen counter and her head snapped up with a flinch, thinking that maybe Katsuki had come back for a second round of torturing her conflicted heart but then immediately relaxed when she saw that it wasn't him.

She released a relieved exhale, her lips curving up in a small smile.

"Uraraka," she said. "Hey."

Visibly startling, the brunette halted in her steps and turned to the girl with a wobbly smile.

Act normal. "Oh, uh, (Y/n), hey there," she rubbed her arm up and down. "I-is something wrong?"

Why is she acting like I'm about to throw hands? (Y/n) shook her head. "No. I just wanted to know if you're free tonight. Maybe you can come over to my room for a little R and R? I have a movie we can watch," she smirked. "It has zombies, blood, death..."

Uraraka's brows raised. "Oh! That's um..." she cleared her throat. "Is Deku coming too?"

(Y/n)'s forehead creased and she briefly glanced around the room. "Does it matter?"

Oh, no. I slipped! She's onto me now! I can't let her know I know! "W-What?!" Uraraka sputtered, her pitch rising while she frantically shook her head and hands. "No! No! Not really. It's not a problem. Why would it be a problem? No way."

What's with her? (Y/n) arched her brow. "Then what is?"

Nervously chuckling, Uraraka rubbed the back of her damp neck. "It's just that, um, I-I can't make it."

"How come?"

Oh, God, please stop with the questions!! This is so hard!! "I, uh, still haven't finished my report and, uh..." she explained, her eyes never still and only looking at her in passing. "I was planning on completing it...tonight?"

She's lying but ok. "Oh, right." (Y/n) tightly nodded. "You should...definitely get to that."

She bought it. Thank goodness! "Yeah, so..." Uraraka quickly rubbed her nose and smiled at her, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Next time?"

The girl shrugged, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Next time."

Shooting her an apologetic look, Uraraka hastily continued with her way towards the lifts without looking back.

(Y/n)'s eyes remained glued on her until the elevator's doors slid close behind her and her face fell once she was out of sight. She blankly looked down at her naked potatoes.

With a low growl, her frustration kicked in and she stabbed the end of her knife through an unfortunate one. She glared down at the impaled vegetable. Her chest rose and fell with erratic breaths and a muscle in her jaw twitched as she tried to hold in the urge to stab it again.

This is so fucking tiring. She let out a mirthless laugh and pressed a fist to her mouth as her wild eyes flitted from one point to another. This is so fucking tiring. This is so fucking-Okay, keep it together, (Y/n). Keep it together...Just a few more hours. A few more hours. You can do that right?

Nodding to herself, she took in a couple of long, calming breaths. When her racing heart started to slow down and her foot stopped tapping incessantly on the floor, she dropped her hand and blew out her cheeks.

She raised the knife and stared at the potato. Scoffing, she gently slid it off the knife and placed it back on the chopping board.

Feeding off her newfound motivation, she quickly washed her hands and continued working on dinner without any further disturbances.

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Dear Diary,

Today was easier I guess...

I didn't sleep well again last night but it's okay. Coffee got my back as usual. Maybe I'll sleep well tonight since I wasn't as sad today. Idk. I hope so.

I've started dreading being alone because that's when the dark thoughts would come and the feelings would return. I didn't want to feel that way today. I just wanted one good day at least. I'm sorry for being selfish. I know that I said I can't force things to be okay but is it so bad to want at least one nice day?

I didn't cry as much as yesterday, which is good. But I was kinda sloppy since I got caught by Izuku this morning, after telling him that I was okay during breakfast. I was coming out of my room and I didn't know he was coming up to get me. I tried hiding it but he saw my face. He was sad that I had lied to him and it made me feel really bad. He doesn't get that I need to do this alone since he keeps insisting that he wants to be there for me. Oh well, I did accept his offer so it's pretty much my fault.

Anyway, after he caught me I pretty much broke down again in front of him and told him that I'm tired of having these thoughts when I'm alone. He was kind enough to let me hang around him nearly the whole of today so that I wouldn't think about Satori a lot. Though I kept feeling like I was bothering him, it was nice of him to do that (•‿•)

I still can't tell how he feels about my confession. I haven't thought about it as much but it has come to me from time to time. I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm not scared of talking about it and hearing his answer because I am. But since he hasn't brought it up yet, I'll just let it slide. Besides, even though he's aware that I like him, he still acts as if nothing has changed between us. I can't even tell if he's uncomfortable with my feelings because he doesn't show it. But knowing him, he's probably doing that for my sake, bless his heart.

During free period today, we had a drawing competition. He suggested it. He said that it would keep my mind occupied during the free time and it did. It was fun too. At least I didn't have to fake a smile and keep up the act when I was with him. He made me genuinely laugh, even though I didn't feel like it most of the time. It was tiring to keep up the act but I made it, thanks to him mostly.

I also accidentally mentioned Satori's name back at the library. I didn't mean to do it, it just came out before I even realized it. When I did, he held my hand under the table when I started getting sad again. It was so nice. It was like he was reminding me that he was there and not to break character in front of the others. It was surprising too. Normally, he wouldn't hold my hand without combusting but this time, he actually did it on his own accord. I guess he was really serious about what he said.

What did I do to deserve him?

I'm really gonna miss him when I go home tomorrow.

I still don't know what to do about Uraraka...Talking to her recently, feels like I'm talking to a brick wall. Things have definitely changed between us. Yesterday I thought she was just being jealous but normally, it wouldn't reach a point that she flat out avoids me like the plague. We were fine before we went to Isami but everything changed in the middle. Is it because of Satori?

It can't be about the fight or about what Satori said about Katsuki. Obviously, she knows it's not true. Plus, all the other girls aren't acting like that towards me...

What if she's mad at me because I didn't tell her about Satori? Because looking back, when Satori and I met her and Iida back at the cafeteria, it was the first time they met. And I had never told her about that little bitch.

Fuck, she's mad at me, isn't she? She probably thinks that I don't trust her.

Great. Just what I needed. Another issue...

Well, this one will just have to wait until I come back next week so I can talk to her. I just hope things won't get so bad until then and she'll want to listen to me. Or maybe instead of waiting I'll just text or call her. That way is good too.

...Okay I don't have anything else to write but I feel like writing some more so, here's some drawings of how I feel right now

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(ง •̀_•́)ง

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Fuck

I just remembered that I'm going home with Katsuki tomorrow. fuuuccckkk!!!!!

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