for a first year courting a third year, his advances were quite forward. that is, he just had no shame staking his claim — not one bit of it.
he had no business messing with his upperclassman, but bakugou katsuki stepped in wordlessly when someone from your year started getting all too flirty with you. he sneered at his face, planting himself between you and the guy.
“you got a problem?” katsuki demanded, more of a threat than a question. he wasn’t as tall yet, but there was an air around him that spoke volumes of who exactly was stronger.
“no, man. some guard dog you have there,” your peer commented, much to your growing embarrassment.
“piss off,” katsuki snarled, and as 1-A’s golden boy, they knew that he wouldn’t back down.
“katsuki,” you muttered in warning as the extra walked away. “you can’t just butt in like that.”
katsuki cornered you against the wall, frowning. “what, you’re gonna let idiots like that hang around you?”
you smiled, sensing what he meant underneath. “i said i’d wait for you, didn’t i? i’m not gonna forget about my promise to you and run off with another guy.”
satisfaction flickered in katsuki. “good.”
