Chapter Three: Oblivious Perception
It had been months since the slime and the roof. It had been months since Deku had been completely there.
Impossibly, the nerd had been happier after the incident, as if proving Katsuki wrong churned his stomach enough to make his features perminantly smug. The boy had been ignoring him too, having finally acheived what he'd set out to do.
Katsuki liked it less than he would ever admit aloud. He showed it though, in the strengthening of his explosions and the snarl that made his canines gleam like fangs. He showed just how far he would go to prove to Deku that he'd gotten the point of that day. He'd learned his lesson.
So when Deku bumped right into him on his way into Yuuei, Katsuki had done a double take, and growled.
"What are you doing here nerd?" Because Deku couldn't just ignore him for ten months only to seem like that timeframe hadn't effected him at all, like he'd forgotten Katsuki had even existed until he'd tripped over him.
"You don't belong here." He hissed, low and firm, and one hundred percent insistent. Deku didn't belong anywhere where he pretended Katsuki was a ghost. He didn't belong in a place where everyone thought they were enemies, and power was all you needed to succeed.
Deku had looked shocked then, probably completely taking it the wrong way. Because he was always wrong about Katsuki unless it was important. Katsuki didn't like that. He didn't like how Deku never seemed to understand him. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted him too, so he bristled and merged with the crowd.