demoticdreams

"what the fuck is this?!" you shoved katsuki's phone in his face, the screen revealing lewd messages a girl sent to him. he gaped at you, then growled and snatched his phone back. "why the fuck did you have my phone?!" he snarled. your eyebrows furrowed more. "i, actually, was minding my own fucking business when your phone screen lit up and some girl messaged you 'baby? where are you?' what the fuck am i supposed to do?! leave that alone?! i'm your fucking girlfriend!" you yelled. "does it look like i was messaging her back?! you're so fucking quick to jump to conclusions! if your assuming ass payed any attention, i hadn't messaged her back

 Me: katsu! katsuki

 there he is. that god damn german kid again. you stared as Eren and his friends walked into the library, taking their seats at a table not too far from yours. you sighed, ignoring the faint pink that dusted your cheeks. you ignored them and went back to reading your book. what's so great about him, anyway? ever since he came here he's been the center of attention. he even got that cliche high school movie title of the most popular boy in school. had he not be a foreign exchange student from germany, he would have been just as normal and washed out as the rest of the kids at this school. i mean, sure, he's really, really cute, and he subtle

"midoriya?" mutter, mutter, mutter, mutter... "midoriya-kun." "the possibilities of this are endless. on one hand, she could reject me, ignore me forever no matter how much i try to approach her, she could slap me in front of everyone, or, worse, she could say she likes kacchan instead of me-" "deku!" izuku snapped out of his thoughts, and turned around to look at you. you huffed out your cheeks. "finally! what's wrong?" you asked, and izuku stared at you blankly for a moment, then turned around, not answering you. he's not answering me! "deku-chan! what on earth is wrong with you?!" you asked, hitting the top of his head with a textbo