Katsuki POV

Friday July 15.

First day of classes is on Monday. It's our final year at UA. We got to move into the dorms a week early this year so we can get settled in. Normally, I would never even dream of coming back early.. but Ochaco convinced all of class 1-A to come in early to celebrate Deku's 18th birthday. He had no idea we were planning something.

I've had a soft spot for that damn nerd ever since the our first year.. and I think I've made it clear to him how I feel by now.. or at least I hope so. I know today I will for sure.

It all started after that fight we had when I found out that All Might gave him his quirk, and we were put on house arrest. Something inside me clicked that I was trying to hide for all these years about that little shit, that made me feel all weird and gross. I started to realize that I had feelings for him.

Fucking crazy I know.

I mean, I've always known I've liked guys, and my parents knew I was gay when I was in elementary school. So I guess I'm not surprised. But still. Why Deku??

He asked me when I was cleaning what I thought about his shoot style, and I told him that it was good.. but he could improve on it.. and offered to train with him. After I said it I saw that little nerds face get all flushed and a small smile form. He tried to hide it and I heard him quietly say "TThanks KKacchan" I quickly looked away so he didn't think I was staring and replied with a grunt and turned back around to resume my cleaning.. I remember smirking to myself and thinking..

Maybe that nerd is into me too.. No Fuck! Stop it! He is probably afraid of you.. but I saw him blush.. and it was really fucking cute..Fuck! Shit! Stoppit!

I didn't really talk to him for the rest of the day, but kept finding myself glancing over in his direction and caught his eye a few times.

FUCK! I had to stop staring! I don't even know if he's into guys.. the only thing he ever talks about is hero's, but he does act awful oblivious to all of the flirting round face keeps hitting him with. And he keeps hanging with that damn half and half bastard.. fuck!

Over the next few months we trained together almost every day, and I was always the victor whenever we sparred.. or jogged together in the morning.. or did anything for that matter. But he was slowly improving. By the end of our first year he was keeping pace with me when we ran, and even beat me when we would fought.. but only once of course. I'm Lord Explosion fucking Murder dammit! I don't care if my provisional license says "Ground Zero" I was the fucking best!

But watching him improve was giving me a sense of pride knowing that I was helping him..it's the least I could do after all those years of being an asshole to him.

Slowly after our second year started, our training sessions lead to hanging out after in one of the others dorms to study, or play video games.. we were starting to become friends again.

I'll never forgot the first time I asked if he wanted to hang out.

It was fucking priceless.