Chapter Thirty-Seven: Broken Heart

Saturday afternoon was the day Shoto liked to visit his mother. He'd been spending a lot of time here lately, and found himself enjoying the experience more with each visit. The pair had a lot more in common than Shoto had thought, and she was always understanding and sympathetic, no matter what he shared with her. Sometimes, she would simply sit and listen to him talk for hours without saying a word. She always had a smile on her face these days, like she was content with her life the way it was. Shoto didn't understand how she could feel that way locked up in this place, and he still didn't know how he was supposed to feel about his fucked up family situation, but he loved seeing his mother smile nonetheless.

"I've made a new friend," he told her that afternoon as he stared out the window. The courtyard below was empty apart from a few small children that chased each other in the grass. Birds twittered from nearby trees, and the soft hum of cars could be heard from the highway a few miles away. It was a peaceful day with the sun shining high and proud in the sky, casting them all in its warm glow.

"A girl?" his mother guessed at once. He wondered what made her draw that conclusion, but he was too embarrassed to look over at her to gauge her reactions.

He nodded once. "She works with Recovery Girl," he explained. "She's nice."

"Is that so?"

Shoto swore he detected a teasing note to her voice, but chose to ignore that. "We've been hanging out a bit," he admitted softly. "I think…I might kind of like hanging out."

"Oh?" his mother replied—there was a definite teasing quality there. "I thought you liked 'hanging out' with Aisla Haru?"

Shoto spun around, surprise and embarrassment shooting through him. "M-Mother!" he sputtered. "Aisla's just a friend, I told you that!"

Her soft smile didn't falter at his outburst. "I know you, son. I can tell how you feel about that girl. You love her."

It was a statement of fact, not an accusation, not a question. She just knew, and she wasn't going to let Shoto pretend that she didn't.

The truth of the matter was that he didn't understand his feelings, relationship dynamics, intentions, or expectations with Aisla and Akina anymore than he understood the complicated workings of his family drama. Both issues were puzzles he didn't have the solution to yet, and every day he made a tiny bit of progress, doing his best to try to understand himself and his role in the middle of all of it. Maybe his mother was right, maybe there was love threaded into his tangled yarn ball of emotions.

He let out a languid sigh. "Yeah, well she doesn't love me. She loves someone else."

His mother gestured for him to sit on the bed next to her chair. He obeyed and she took his hand in hers, holding it tight as she smiled up at him. "Shoto…" she said slowly, so softly that he almost couldn't hear the timid words whispered from between the cracks of her bittersweet smile. "Maybe I'm…not the best person to give you advice when it comes to love, but…" Her words hung awkwardly in the air for a moment, both of them acutely aware that she was referencing her abuser and the man Shoto tried his best not to think about often. "Love is…complicated. I don't think we have much control over the things our hearts want. You don't have to be ashamed of those feelings, son."

He frowned and listened closely. "Is there a point you're trying to make, or…?"

She laughed under her breath and hesitated before continuing. "I'm not making much sense to you, am I? Such a straightforward boy." She straightened out a crease in her shirt and tried again. "What I mean to say is… Whether or not Aisla reciprocates your feelings, whether or not those feelings are love or friendship… What matters is keeping the people you care about close to you. Trust me when I say this, Shoto. Hold her dear, let your relationship with her blossom, and don't wait around wondering if the buds will bloom into roses or lilies."

Shoto averted his gaze and resisted the urge to scowl as he tried to process the weird flower analogies. "So, you're saying I don't stand a chance and I should just move on," he said flatly.

"That's not what I wanted you to glean from that at all," she laughed, her eyes sparkling like snowflakes in the gray cold. "I want you to keep being friends with her, but be careful about your expectations. I want you to be happy, Shoto, and I know that waiting around for someone to love you can be heartbreaking."

He glanced down at her and wondered why she had such a faraway look. Was she pulling from personal experience? If so, did those feelings come from a childhood crush, or were they deeper than that? Did his mother still pine for his father to love her the way she loved him? Did she spend her days staring out the window, hoping he would show up and rescue her from this place, tell her how sorry he was for abandoning her?

Shoto didn't want to live like that. He didn't want to spend his days wishing someone would love him, knowing they never would. Sure, the situation was much different from his mother's, but he understood her point now. He would only live a miserable existence if he couldn't find a way to get Aisla out of his mind. He would still be her best friend, and he'd probably always love her, but if he tried hard enough, he could turn that love into the same kind Aisla felt for him. At the end of the day, her friendship meant more to him than any feelings he may or may not possess.

Shoto squeezed his mother's hand. "Thanks, Mom. I'll do my best, okay?"

She beamed up at him. "Good boy, Shoto." She kissed the back of his hand before holding it against her chest. "Will you tell me about your new friend, now?"

He blinked in confusion for a moment; he'd completely forgotten that he'd been trying to talk to her about Akina. The whole reason for coming here, besides his desire to see his mother, was to get her opinion on this girl.

"Her name is Akina," he began slowly. "She has a healing quirk similar to Recovery Girl's, but Akina's works more with viruses than physical ailments. She can't heal everything, of course, but she can help ease the process of recovery." He thought about golden eyes, raven black hair, and the crooked smirk she always gave him after she said something witty. "She likes manga and anime, she's terrible at spelling." Shoto chuckled under his breath as he recalled some of their text conversations. Just last week he'd been trying to decipher what "I think I have in some near" meant before he eventually realized she was talking about "insomnia." "She's really smart, though. She can add any number in her mind with ease, and she knows a lot of really interesting facts about history."

His mother smiled. "You really like this girl, Shoto. I'm happy for you."

His face took on some color. "M-Mother!"

She laughed softly. "Oh, there's no need to be embarrassed, son. It's good for you to meet new people, and Akina sounds lovely. I hope you'll introduce us one day."

Shoto allowed himself a pleased smile. "Yeah, I think that would be nice."

The pair talked for a while longer before Shoto remembered he still had a paper to finish for class. He bid her farewell and left her with a promise to return the following Saturday.

Evening was already taking its place in the sky, giving everything an orangish glow as he walked back to the dorms. It would be dinner time now, but Shoto didn't feel like eating just yet, or dealing with the cacophony of an evening gathering. Dinner time was always the loudest time of day for UA. Usually, it didn't bother him to have all that noise around him, but tonight he just felt like he needed some peace and quiet.

When Shoto got back to his room, he hung his bag up on the back of the door along with his coat, then dropped into his desk chair as exhaustion hit him abruptly. He had the sudden desire to take a nap, but he really needed to finish this paper before class the next day. He didn't have time to get—

A soft, timid knock on the door interrupted his musing, and despite what he'd just been telling himself, he couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved for the distraction.

Shoto stood up and pushed in his chair before answering the door. He wasn't surprised to find Aisla on the other side of the wood, but he was surprised to see tears streaming down her face and her lips twisted in a sob.

His eyes widened. "Aisla!" he exclaimed. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"S-Shoto," she stuttered but couldn't quite get the name out through her tears.

He pulled her inside and shut the door. "Aisla, talk to me. Tell me what happened."

"K-Katsuki," she sobbed, burying her face in shaking hands. "He hates me!"

Shoto frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"It's all my fault!" she cried into his chest, hands fisting his shirt as her emotions took over. "I did this! I never should have said anything."

"What happened?" he asked again, more firmly this time.

"Shoto, I'm so sorry!" she wailed as her body went limp in his arms. He had just enough time to tighten his arms so she wouldn't collapse to the floor. She fell apart, crying uncontrollably now. Shoto didn't know what he was supposed to say to her when she couldn't even tell him what was wrong. How could he comfort her when all she could do was sob? Should he tell her everything would be okay? Or should he try to distract her somehow, say something to get her mind off the situation? Maybe he could tell her a story until she calmed down…

In the end, he did nothing at all. He wasn't great with people or dealing with their emotions, and although he was pretty confident that he knew Aisla better than most people, he still faltered here when she needed comfort. He just dropped to his knees with her wrapped in his embrace and held her there while she cried. Minutes ticked by slowly, and eventually he did what he'd always seen Fuyumi do for Natsuo when they were kids, and what his mother did for him sometimes after training sessions with Endeavor. He stroked Aisla's hair and hummed softly, no specific tune, just whatever came to his mind as he swayed gently with her in his arms, until his voice drifted and the only sound left in the room was their shared breath.

"Do you want to talk now?" he offered in a soft voice. His hand continued to brush her hair back absentmindedly.

"I said it," she murmured, voice hoarse from crying. "I told Katsuki…" she sniffled and tried again. "I told him…that I love him!" Her voice broke, and he was sure she was going to sob again, but her body just gave a shudder and then he felt her take a deep, steadying breath. "He rejected me. He said I humiliated him. He's right. I shouldn't have done that, not in front of my family—not at all, maybe."

Shoto wondered exactly what the other boy said to make her this upset. He was fairly certain Bakugo had acted out of sheer humiliation rather than a lack of feelings on his part. Shoto could tell the explosive blond cared about Aisla, everyone knew that—and Bakugo liked to deny it, but he knew it too. Even so, Shoto wasn't sure if telling Aisla this fact would be helpful. Right now, all she could see was Bakugo's rejection. If Shoto tried to explain this to her now, she probably wouldn't hear any of it.

"He screamed at me, " Aisla continued, voice still hoarse and pained. "He said he doesn't love me and doesn't care about me, and told my whole family that he wants nothing to do with me anymore! He was really cruel about it…" Her body shook with silent sobs and Shoto held her tighter against him as his frown deepened.

Shoto knew Bakugo could be cruel, but, if what she was saying was true, then some of the things he said to Aisla seemed especially hurtful. He wanted to give the other boy the benefit of the doubt—even if he did kind of hate his guts—but how much of that could he offer? How much pain could Shoto stand to watch his best friend go through because her boyfriend couldn't get his feelings in check?

"I'm so sorry, Aisla," Shoto expressed, hoping she could hear the sincerity in those words. "No one deserves to be treated like that."

"It's my fault," she repeated quietly. "If I hadn't said those words—"

"Then, you would have always wondered," he finished gently. "You would go through your life never knowing if he felt the same way or not." He tried to remember his mom's words from earlier. "You would have been waiting for roses to bloom…or something." He cleared his throat. "For the record, I don't think he meant any of that, but he also shouldn't have blown up. You didn't deserve that."

Aisla was shaking her head before he'd even finished speaking. "You didn't see his face," she argued. "He wasn't just embarrassed, he was horrified—disgusted even. Shoto, the way he looked at me…he had so much hatred in his eyes."

Well, that's unexpected…

He wasn't sure what to make of all that, but something he hadn't felt in a while boiled inside of him at her words—a red hot rage that made his eyes narrow and his teeth clench. The urge to go find the person who'd treated his best friend so deplorably was almost too powerful to ignore. He wanted to find Bakugo and give him the fight he'd been asking for since the sports festival. He wanted to show the hot head just how much he'd been holding back that day. But it was a foolish thought, and a reckless one. Shoto couldn't sink to Bakugo's level. Losing his temper wouldn't solve anything.

Calm down, Shoto, he told himself. Just because she thinks she saw hatred doesn't mean that's what she saw. Her grief could be making the story worse than it is. This isn't about a feud between you and Bakugo, or what he did or said to hurt her. This is just about making her feel better.

After a few moments of deep, steadying breaths, Shoto managed to calm down and leaned back just enough to look Aisla in the eyes. Blue orbs stared up at him, rimmed in puffy red lids. Her sad, broken expression almost brought back his earlier rage, but he managed to keep it in check and offered her a comforting smile.

"I'm here for you, Aisla," he promised. "Whatever you need, I'll be right there. You can count on me."

Her smile was sad and a little bit forced, but at least it was there. "Thanks, Roki. I really appreciate you." She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and let out a shaky sigh. "I just…never expected it to hurt this badly."

"I know," he agreed softly, as a pain of his own stabbed him in the heart. "I'm sorry."

"What should I do?" she asked, echoing her words from months ago, that first day she asked him for advice on what she should do to get Bakugo to be her friend. Now, she needed him to tell her how to move on from that same guy. Shoto wasn't the right person to ask for romantic advice. He had a hard enough time reminding himself that the best friend he cared for so deeply didn't feel the same way about him. Thinking of it that way, they were in similar situations right now, but Shoto knew better than to try and be empathetic. She didn't want to hear that Shoto was equally as heartbroken, she needed him to tell her how to feel better.

"I wish I knew the secret to curing a broken heart," he finally answered as he brushed some hair behind her ears. "I think, for now, you just take it day by day, little by little. Nothing can be resolved overnight, so try not to get discouraged. Lean on your friends for support; don't try to lift this weight all on your own. It's okay to let others help you."

"I wish it would just go away," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I feel so lonely without him…and I don't even know why."

Shoto brushed fresh tears from her eyes to no avail. Sobs wracked her body and stole any further words she might have spoken. He pulled her against him once more and said nothing else. Right now, Aisla needed someone to be there for her, and Shoto would be that person.

Aisla spent the next three days alone in her room. She didn't talk to anyone or eat the meals Shoto brought to her. After her cry session in her friend's room, she needed a little time to herself. Sometimes, Shoto would come and sit with her in silence. He would bring a book or some homework and quietly work while Aisla continued to mope. Most of her time was spent sleeping, but when she was awake she was usually crying or staring into space. She didn't play games, read, or draw. She just sat up in bed or laid down with a pillow clutched against her chest.

She did not see Katsuki.

The pain this inflicted was going to break her until there was nothing left but an empty, catatonic shell. Something in her yearned for that connection, even though she hadn't even known Katsuki for a full year yet. It felt like she'd known him for much longer, and the absence of someone she felt so intimately close to really hit her hard. She knew, too, that this time was much worse than any other disagreements they'd shared. In the past, when Katsuki would avoid her for days or weeks, Aisla always had this feeling inside of her that maybe it would still be okay. She held onto that hope as she waited for him to come back to her.

This time was different.

Aisla had been hurt badly by his reaction and didn't see their relationship coming back from this one. He'd publicly rejected her and scorned her, screamed and yelled at her. She was used to Katsuki's anger, but she wasn't privy to his rage. While she knew that part of this was her fault, she still felt as if Katsuki's reaction to her confession was just too much. He'd been cruel, and now Aisla had this unwavering sense of anxiety regarding those words. As she'd watched him crumple her carefully sketched drawing that night, Aisla couldn't help but think, I can never say those words again.

…

When Wednesday morning rolled around, her absence was no longer being ignored. Her teacher showed up at her door with a disapproving expression on his face, and a plate with a rice omelet in his hands. He stood in the doorway, looking down at her without a word until Aisla finally couldn't take his intense gaze another moment.

"What?" she croaked, voice raspy.

He arched an eyebrow at her disrespectful tone. "There's class today," he said before shoving the tray into her hands. "Make sure you're present or I'll be forced to send someone to drag you there. Is that clear, Miss Haru?"

Aisla gulped, knowing that he would undoubtedly make good on his threat. Whether she liked it or not, she had no choice but to get back to her normal routine. She couldn't hole up in her room forever.

A loud growl emitted from her stomach as she caught a whiff of the eggs on her plate, but she still didn't feel like eating. Her stomach was twisted into knots, and her eyes filled with more tears. This would be the first time she saw Katsuki since their breakup a few days ago. That was what it was, right? A breakup? It wasn't like either of them had called it that, but there was no bouncing back from it. She'd avoided him as long as possible, but since they went to the same school and lived in the same building, bumping into him at some point was more than just inevitable; it was an unfortunate guarantee. It was honestly a miracle it hadn't happened yet.

As she changed into her uniform, Aisla considered what outcomes she might face in the next hour. Either Katsuki would completely ignore her and pretend she didn't even exist (which was the most likely option), or he'd smile and act like nothing had happened at all. Or…maybe he'd just be plain angry and yell at her in front of the whole class. The thought made her choke out another sob.

Once she looked presentable enough—uniform on, hair straightened and held back by a white ribbon, fake smile plastered on her face—Aisla placed one hand on the doorknob and took a deep, calming breath. It came out a little shaky, but she felt slightly better as she twisted the knob and pulled open the door. She peered outside, looking both ways with a quick jerk of her head to ascertain that Katsuki wasn't in the hallway. She knew she would see him in class, but part of her still hoped to avoid him as long as possible. Most of her class would already be in their seats with Iida frantically trying to make them all calm down, but Aisla knew Katsuki sometimes slept late, and was at risk of running into him if she wasn't careful.

When the hallway appeared to be free of any Class 1-A students, Aisla steeled herself one last time before stepping out the rest of the way and closing her door. She breathed a sigh of relief when she wasn't immediately ambushed by anyone. Even if it wasn't Katsuki, she still wasn't in the mood for company.

She managed to make it to class without incident. She stood outside the door with a hand clamped tightly around the handle, willing herself to open it but unable to force her hand to perform the action. It was as if a physical force was stopping her from going inside and seeing the boy who'd broken her heart.

"Get inside."

Aisla jumped and spun around at the voice. Mr. Aizawa stood there with hands stuffed in pockets and an expectant look pointed right at her. She sighed and her teacher rolled his eyes in response.

"The first step is the hardest," he murmured sagely before moving past her and pulling open the door. He held it open for her and arched an eyebrow as if daring her to refuse. She swallowed another sigh as she followed him into the room.

Everyone was already seated and talking in hushed voices. Aisla wondered if they were whispering about her and how she'd been out of class for three days. Probably not, she decided. They had better things to talk about than her breakup…right?

Katsuki sat among them, leaning forward on his desk with his chin propped in a palm and a sardonic look that almost made her smile, until she remembered she was mad at him. He was looking away from her, but she could have sworn his eyes still flicked her way as she sat down in front of him. Either way, he said nothing as class commenced.

So, he's going to pretend that I don't exist, she guessed. It wasn't like she hadn't expected as much, but it still stung that he could so easily disregard everything they'd shared for months. Katsuki had moved on and was back to his normal, angry self while Aisla was left feeling heartbroken and miserable with guilt. She wished more than ever that she could take back those stupid words.

She could feel everyone's stares on the back of her neck during class like they were all in on the secret. Maybe they were, and her classmates were trying to smother her in pity. Or maybe they didn't know anything and were only curious as to why she'd been absent for so long. Either way, her neck was getting hot from the heat of their eyes and she wished she could leave early and go back to her room.

"Miss Haru?" her teacher called as she was gathering her things at the end of the day. Katsuki had already bolted from the room, leaving behind nothing but heartache and a plume of dust in his wake. It was like that first week when he'd been trying so desperately to avoid her that he'd run out of the room as soon as class ended. She wondered if this was how it would be from now on: an endless cycle of running away. "I need to speak with you. Please, stay after class."

Aisla nodded and sat back down as everyone else filed out. Shoto shot her a sympathetic look as he walked by and mouthed, "come see me later." She nodded in affirmation, and then let out a sigh when the door closed loudly behind him, leaving her alone with her disappointed teacher.

"Aisla," he barked, making her head instantly swivel toward him. Based on his tone and hard expression, Aisla felt like she was about to be scolded for something. She'd been absent for three days now, but she kind of felt justified and thought that even stone-cold Eraser Head understood that she was hurting too much to be in class.

When he gestured for her to stand, she made her way to his desk and stood awkwardly in front of it while his gaze bore straight through to her soul. She felt like he was reading her thoughts, and experienced an irrational sense of embarrassment.

"You've been absent for three days," he said, though his tone wasn't accusatory. She thought she detected a hint of concern in his words, but she wasn't sure how accurate that was. He was probably just annoyed that she'd missed out on his lessons. "You should have come to see me."

Aisla frowned. "I'm sorry, sir," she apologized in earnest. "I know it wasn't respectful to miss so many classes, but—"

"That's not my concern," he interjected. "I don't know what's going on exactly, only that two of my students were mysteriously missing from class Monday morning."

Katsuki didn't go to class either? She wondered if today was his first day back as well or if Mr. Aizawa bullied him into returning yesterday. Or maybe Katsuki decided to come back on his own. Knowing him, he wouldn't be able to stay away from training for long.

"Some of your classmates have been whispering things in the hallways," he continued. "If there's something you'd like to tell me, Miss Haru, I suggest you do it now before someone else does. I assume you know how rumors work."

She nodded as her face turned pale. That wasn't even something she'd considered. The only person she'd told about her breakup had been Shoto, but he was her best friend and she knew he wouldn't go around spreading rumors. Even so…if both she and Katsuki had been absent from classes, she was certain some crazy things had been going around.

"It's…about Kat—um, Bakugo," she began.

Mr. Aizawa waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, I gathered that much."

Aisla took in a long pull of air but couldn't seem to remember how to let it out.

"Breathe, you're turning blue."

She let the air burst from her lungs in a dramatic gasp that earned her a tired look from Mr. Aizawa. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just…don't really want to talk about it. It's too hard."

He shrugged and sat back in his chair. "That's your right, but if you can't tell me the problem, I'm going to have to send you to see Dr. Fujinari."

Aisla grimaced. "The school counselor?"

He gave her a look. "You've missed three classes, you haven't left your room, and your classmates have been telling some pretty elaborate stories about you and Bakugo. I don't know which ones are true, if any at all, but missing classes is not allowed. Normally, you'd be suspended or even expelled for your behavior." Aisla tensed. "But," he added, "since I know you wouldn't purposely miss class without a valid reason, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. However, because of these rumors and your lack of participation in everyday activities, I have no other choice than to send you to Dr. Fujinari's office."

"Can't you send me to Hound Dog instead?" she asked, trying not to groan, lest she irritate him further. At least with that school counselor, she couldn't understand a word he was saying behind the muzzle, so it would be a lot like venting to a wall. Something about it was less intimidating than being sent to Dr. Fujinari's office, too. Students didn't usually see the doctor unless they were processing trauma from villain encounters or needed medication. Surely a high school girl's breakup wasn't cause to involve him.

"I think you'd benefit more from a sit-in with Dr. Fujinari than with Hound Dog," he said, and something about his gaze told her that he could see right through her and knew she wouldn't take it seriously if she had to talk to the pro-hero canine.

Aisla slumped. "When?"

"Right now."

She gave him an incredulous look. "Now? But I haven't had time to prepare!"

Mr. Aizawa sighed. "There's nothing to prepare for, Miss Haru. You just have to talk to him. That's all."

"What if I don't want to talk?" Aisla muttered stubbornly.

Her teacher raised both hands in the air. "Talk, don't talk, it's up to you. But the longer you stay silent, the more time you'll be spending in Fujinari's office. Now, go." He pointed toward the door with one of his 'no-nonsense' looks she couldn't argue with.

She grabbed her things off her desk and slumped the whole way to the school counselor's office. This was going to be a nightmare. Aisla didn't want to talk about her feelings. So, she'd missed a few days of class, it wasn't like she was hurting herself or anyone else. She was just…being alone. That wasn't a crime! She'd already talked about it with Shoto, so why was she being forced to converse with a stranger? Was she just supposed to magically feel comfortable with this guy?

Another sigh escaped her as she neared the office door. Again, her hand trembled as it hovered over the doorknob, unwilling to let herself inside. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to talk about her pain. Just the thought of it made her eyes prick with tears.

She blinked them back, steeled herself, and pushed into the room.

*Fujinari is a character yellowchikadee created and gave me permission to use in this fic. He is also Roan's father, the boy Mina Ashido is dating!

Reviews:

blasttyrant: Does this make up for last week? Some Shoto POV today!

MeMyselfAndI82907: Grandpa Fossil knew all too well what might happen during that dinner, which may or may not be part of the reason he was still there, hours after he supposedly left. Hmmmm. You are correct, though. Everyone is capable of being good or bad. Everyone has moments of being…well, not our best selves. But we can also break through that and be better than even we believe ourselves to be capable.

I like what you had to say about Kaito! I already know the answer, so I can't really say either way, but I like that you thought about that and came to that conclusion. We'll see how he feels later on. Will he be angry because this boy broke his daughter's heart? Or will he be understanding and try to see things from Katsuki's POV? Hard to say!

Katsuki comparing their two houses was a huge step toward the end goal of that chapter. I'm happy you caught onto that. Katsuki was already so overwhelmed by his own insecurities, that by the time dinner was finished and Aisla gave him her gift (along with her ill-timed confession), he'd already reached a breaking point. By then, there was really no stopping the bomb from exploding. And you're right: Katsuki has never felt like he's been good enough for Aisla, which is why they've had so many moments where he steps away from her and has to come to terms with his feelings. He's a complicated mess. It has certainly been a challenge using him in this story! Thank you for your detailed review! It made my day.

LilFoxDemon666: Oh no, my master plan to make everyone cry has succeeded and now I feel kinda bad about it….Well, you know…kinda XD If I was able to put forth enough emotions for you to feel that way, then I guess I've done my job right! You're right, though, Aisla was being a little dumb there. She's a teenage girl, so I guess we can excuse her actions this once. But come on…you know Katsuki, girl! You know how embarrassed he can be. She's usually a lot better with giving him space and being infinitely patient. Tsk tsk, Aisla dear. And I agree about Katsuki: I love him and I want to see him beg, too XD (really wish I could use emojis on here).

kibaschick: Aww, thank you so much! I'm glad to see you back! Always love seeing you in the comments! Poor Aisla, is right! Now, she feels horrible and has to live with the guilt of what she's done. Not knowing how Katsuki's feeling right now has to be really eating her up inside.

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