Chapter Forty-Four: Friendship

Aisla was released from the clinic the following morning. Recovery Girl gave her fierce instructions to eat and come back for regular checkups for at least the next two weeks. Aisla tried not to pout, but she knew everyone was just doing their jobs and trying to help her. She knew she'd gone too long without eating properly and couldn't keep torturing her body. Still, her appetite had vanished over the last two months, and keeping food down was sometimes harder than it should have been.

As she walked back to her room to change, Aisla couldn't help but recall the conversation she'd had with Bakugo last night. It made tears fill her eyes, but not out of sorrow this time—Aisla was livid.

"I forgive you…"

She clenched her fists and walked a little faster, trying to rid her mind of the infuriating encounter. Bakugo showing up while she was in the clinic hadn't been a surprise, but a part of her had still hoped that he would have the better sense to stay away. Aisla didn't want to see him, not after everything he'd said and done. She thought maybe she was ready to talk to him again, but then he had to prove to her again and again why they'd broken up. Aisla meant nothing to him. He was still the angry, mean person he'd always been, and he seemed determined to remind her of this fact.

"Guess that new boyfriend of yours isn't as nice as I thought."

"I forgive you…"

Aisla felt her eyes narrow. She shouldn't be thinking about him right now. She needed to move on with her life and get back to normal. She didn't need any more of this anger or heartbreak inside of her—that wasn't who she was. Or at least, not who she wanted to be. She had to focus on school and training, and forget about Katsuki Bakugo.

Bakugo… she thought as she reached the door to her room. Your name is Bakugo…

Saturday afternoon was when Shoto visited his mother, leaving Aisla bored and alone. She felt a little bad for relying on him so much, but encouraged him to go see his mother anyway. He offered to take her with him, but she politely declined, claiming she was going to catch up on some homework. But, after sitting in her room staring at her blank essay for thirty straight minutes, she finally decided that it wasn't going to happen.

"I have to do something…" she whispered to herself. "I can't just sit here all day and mope anymore. I have to leave."

So, she changed into some shorts and a black t-shirt, grabbed her sneakers and water bottle, then left the room. Thankfully, no one was around to stop her—chatting was not on her list of things to do today. She casually walked down the stairs, grabbed an apple from the fridge, then made her way across campus.

It was hot out today, but the light breeze felt nice as it ruffled the ends of her long hair. It made for decent walking weather as she trudged toward her destination, determined not to spend her days holed up anymore. She needed a goal, and she knew just the person to help her achieve it.

"No," he said as soon as she presented him with the apple.

Her face fell. "Come on, please?" she begged him.

"No," he repeated, more firmly. "I don't accept gifts from my students."

Aisla pouted further. "But…it's an apple…" she reasoned softly, pushing the fruit across the desk. Teachers liked apples, right? That was their whole thing.

Mr. Aizawa sighed. "What do you want, Miss Haru? I have papers to grade. Most of my students turned in their essay assignments that were due yesterday." He gave her a pointed look.

She flushed and toyed with the ends of her hair. "Um… Well, you see, sir, I was going to do it, but…"

Another sigh. "Just tell me why you're in my office at ten o'clock on a Saturday," he demanded. "This is my day off, too, you know."

Aisla felt her composure start to crumble. Even her teacher was rejecting her. She felt like no one wanted to spend time with her. All she wanted was to get her mind off of—

"Look at me, Aisla," came the gentle command. Aisla glanced up and tried to control the threat of tears. "Tell me why you're here. What's going on with you?"

Aisla swallowed. "I need…something to do," she breathed, averting her gaze once more as tears threatened. "I don't want to isolate myself in my room anymore, sir. I…I want to do something to distract my mind for a while."

"So, you want someone to train with?" he guessed. She nodded meekly. "Then, go ask Shinso. I'm busy."

She felt her shoulders slump. "Okay… I'm sorry I bothered you, sir."

"Aisla," he called out to her when she reached the door. She turned back slightly to look at him. "Shinso is a good kid. He'll help you out—if you let him." He tossed her the red fruit, forcing her to either catch it or let it drop. "And take your damn apple. You better eat that on your way to find Shinso."

Aisla caught the apple, gave her teacher a swift bow, then left him alone to do his work.

She played with the apple while she made her way to Shinso's dorm, hoping that he at least wouldn't be too busy. She didn't relish the idea of being alone, even though she'd purposely isolated herself for the better part of two months now. The only person she ever really saw was Shoto, but he was busy—and besides, she wasn't sure she wanted to sit in silence or talk about her feelings with him, either. Today, she wanted to do something; she wanted to get her feelings out in practice, not with words.

"I'm busy," Shinso declared when she knocked on his door.

"But I need you, Shinso!" she whined. "You're the only one I can train with!"

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Don't be stupid. There's a lot more guys in your class that are way better opponents than I am. You know, hero course guys."

He had a point, but…the only other person she regularly trained with was Midoriya, and she'd been avoiding those combat sessions, too. After all, Midoriya was Bakugo's childhood friend, and she knew him well enough to know that his kind-hearted nature would lead him to offering her advice or sympathy that she didn't need right now. In all honesty, she wanted to be away from everyone in her class who also associated with Bakugo. "But I don't want to practice with them," she said with a pout. "It has to be you!"

"No," he said, sounding just like her teacher.

She extended the red apple and offered what she hoped was a convincing smile. "But…I have an apple?" She batted her eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes, snatched the apple out of her hand, and strode right past her like he had the last time they'd trained together. "Let's make it fast. I have better things to do."

"Liar," she accused with a smirk.

He said nothing in response as they walked. For whatever reason, the silence between her and Shinso felt comfortable, not awkward. She could feel his presence beside her as they found the place they wanted to train, almost as if they were walking hand-in-hand, but not in an intimate way. The way you might link hands with a friend for comfort, or lean on them for support.

"Shinso?" she finally murmured when they reached their spot. "Would you…be my friend?"

It was almost exactly how she'd become friends with Shoto. She remembered that day clearly. Aisla came up to him after class while he was reading a book in the courtyard. She'd asked him to be friends and he had accepted without hesitation. They'd been best friends ever since. Now, she was using the same tactic on Shinso, hoping that it would be just as easy to befriend this aloof boy.

"What are we, five?" he asked, tone flat.

"Is that a yes?" she pressed, ignoring the comment.

Shinso stared at her for so long, she thought maybe he'd gotten lost in his own thoughts. Aisla sometimes did that, and completely forgot where she was or what was happening around her. At least, that was something that had been happening lately.

"Why would someone like you want to be friends with a loser like me?" he finally asked, softly. He was giving her a strange look, but she couldn't quite tell what it was trying to say.

"You're not a loser, Shinso," she told him in earnest. "I think you're great—and someone like me," she added, using his own words to make her point, "needs someone like you. You're strong, and I know you'll push me to do things I don't necessarily want to do. You'll help me to see things in a new perspective. In return, I want to show you what it's like to have a real friend, someone who's there for you no matter what. I'll help you to see that you're not just a boy who brainwashes people, you're a hero, Shinso."

Again, they fell into a long moment of silence as he took in her words. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but she felt anxiety start to creep into her the more seconds that ticked by. He was probably going to reject her, tell her he already had friends, that she was being an immature freak who was too clingy for their strictly school-related hero training relationship.

"I don't need a friend," he finally said, voice low and reluctant. Aisla's face fell. She'd been expecting that response. "But," he added before she could fall too far into despair, "I guess if I had to have one…you wouldn't be the worst choice."

Aisla's face lit up. "Really?" she asked hopefully. He shrugged. He refused to make eye contact with her, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. She caught him glance over a couple of times, though, and in those brief instances when her eyes locked with purple, she read the intent behind his words. There was a fondness verging on boyish hopefulness there, but he was too embarrassed to give her anything but a dismissive answer. Still, she understood, and her heart swelled. "Thank you," she whispered.

A cute blush made its way onto his cheeks. He cleared his throat and turned away from her. "Anyway, let's try that mirror quirk of yours again. Let me see if I can brainwash you now. If I can…" He paused while he considered his words. "Then you owe me coffee."

"I didn't know you liked coffee," she mused thoughtfully. Though, judging by the dark circles around his eyes, maybe it was a beverage he relied on more than he should.

"Don't tell me you're one of those people who hate it," he said, giving her a look of disbelief.

She giggled. "Of course not! It just doesn't seem like something you'd be into."

"I'm scared to ask what you think I would be into. You think I sip boba bubbles out of pink straws in cute little kitten cups or something?"

"No!" she said, breaking into giggles now that the image was in her mind. "I guess, I thought…something boring like tea?"

He arched an eyebrow. "So, I'm boring, now."

"No, I didn't mean—" She couldn't finish the sentence, she was laughing too hard at his amused and offended expression and the twitching smirk on his lips.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Haru," he deadpanned.

"Aisla," she corrected, once she'd gotten ahold of herself. "We're friends now, remember? You can call me by my first name."

"Greaaat." He drew out the word dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Just what I longed for in life—to be on a first name basis with a chick."

She chose to avoid the obvious joke she could make about the implication here that he didn't want to get close to a girl ever. "You're supposed to tell me your name now!" she exclaimed.

He stared at her incredulously for a moment but she didn't back down. Finally, he sighed. "It's…Hitoshi."

"Thanks! Ready to take on that bet, Hitoshi?" She winked.

He narrowed his eyes. "Don't wear it out, will you?"

"Is that you trying to brainwash me?" she asked sassily. "Because if so, you're doing a pretty bad job, I think."

His expression darkened. "Oh, yeah? If that's how you want it to be, try and block this!" He threw out the capture scarf and had it secured around her before she'd even had time to blink. "Tell me how it feels," he demanded, forcing the fabric to constrict further.

Aisla grunted at the uncomfortable feeling this inflicted. "It feels like being wrapped up in bandages like a mummy," she said, straight-faced.

Shinso chuckled and let her go. "You're annoying," he remarked, but his eyes sparkled with some new emotion. If Aisla had to guess, he was deciding that it wasn't so bad having a friend like her to tease. But maybe that was just hopeful thinking. For all she knew, he really did think she was annoying.

"Attack me," she commanded, an evil gleam in her blue eyes as she waited expectantly for him to comply.

He arched an eyebrow. "Attack you?" he repeated. "Alright, you asked for it." He ran toward her at top speed, then lashed out with a kick that probably would have sent her flying backward, but instead of making impact with Aisla's body, his attack rebounded off an invisible force field and sent Shinso stumbling onto his rear.

Aisla grinned triumphantly.

"What the hell?" he demanded, getting back to his feet and barrelling toward her once more, this time striking out with his fists. Again, the action only served to attack himself and he grunted in pain when an invisible fist hit him in the face. "How did you do that?!"

Aisla winked. "It's a new move I've been working on with Mr. Aizawa. It's a new application of my reflection! We knew I could sometimes reflect back physical attacks, so we focused on learning how to reflect back the force exerted by anything that comes within range! It's…pretty inconsistent, honestly. It only works about thirty percent of the time, and only if I can both see the move and guess the force behind it. But when it does work, it's pretty awesome!"

He snorted. "So 'awesome,'" he deadpanned. "How about you fight me for real now instead of cheating?"

He swung out another fist, which she blocked with her arms. He was strong, though, forcing her back a few feet. She retaliated with a punch of her own, but Shinso caught her wrist with his hand and pulled her forward so she stumbled into him. She went limp, causing him to lose his grip so she could slide out of his hold and stomp on his foot.

"That was a low blow," he observed, coming at her again with his feet this time, leg swinging out in an arch aimed right at her side.

"No," she disagreed, jumping out of the way at the last second to avoid the kick. "If I'd been trying for that, I would have kicked you in the balls."

He scowled. "Better not, Haru."

"It's Aisla!" she insisted, leg shooting out to kick him in the chest. He caught her foot and twisted roughly to one side so she fell onto her face. He was on top of her in a matter of seconds, pinning her to the hot earth before she could scramble back to her feet.

"I think I win this round," he declared triumphantly. "I guess Aizawa hasn't been teaching you proper defense."

"Actually, I train with Midoriya for that sort of thing," she corrected. "Mr. Aizawa just helps me with quirk training. Mostly, he's been trying to help me get more comfortable using my ultimate move."

"Oh?" he said, moving off of her and offering a hand. She took it gratefully and he pulled her to her feet. "You gonna show me that move of yours, Aisla?" He said her name tauntingly, making her narrow her eyes in response.

"I don't think I like your tone," she decided. "I think maybe I should show you who the real boss is around here."

"And who might that be, Miss Haru?"

Aisla and Shinso gave a simultaneous jump of surprise at the unexpected voice and spun around to face the pro hero. He stood there in casual wear for once—a black t-shirt and black shorts, scarf wrapped loosely around his shoulders, and hair tied back in a low ponytail.

"M-Mr. Aizawa!" she squeaked out. "I thought you were—?"

"Busy?" he finished. "I am, but then I thought, two of my protégés are out there together, probably getting into trouble." He glowered accusingly at them. "I figured I'd come check it out for myself."

"Hey, I wasn't doing anything bad this time!" she said defensively.

"'This time,'" her teacher scoffed. "What are you two doing? Looked to me like you were doing a whole lot of talking. Is that how you train when I'm not here to supervise? Is this some kind of gossip party?"

"We were working on hand-to-hand combat, sir," Hitoshi explained. "Your knowledge would be much appreciated, sir."

What a suck up, Aisla thought as she stifled a giggle.

"Something funny to you, Miss Haru?" her teacher asked with a disapproving tone.

She cleared her throat and shook her head. "No, sir! I'd love it if you could lend us your wisdom." Her tone wasn't sassy, but his dark eyes narrowed anyway, casting her a look that said, watch yourself. She flashed him an innocent smile.

Mr. Aizawa worked with them for the next hour and a half, until two of them were heaving for breath and sweating in the midday heat. Aisla and Shinso were both flat on their backs in the dirt, while Mr. Aizawa stood over them with crossed arms and a bored expression. His breath was even, and Aisla couldn't see a single drop of perspiration on his forehead.

"That was good," he announced after a long moment of staring. "You're both improving very well. Let's pick this up again on Monday—"

"Tonight!" Aisla exclaimed, cutting him off before he'd finished speaking. She felt her cheeks burn when both sets of eyes turned toward her. "I mean…please, sir?"

He rolled his eyes. "I don't want to see my students on weekends."

"But…I brought you an apple…" she pouted in a small voice.

"I don't accept gifts from my students and I don't see them on weekends," he reiterated more firmly.

"I'll train with you, Aisla," Hitoshi offered, surprising them all. He shrugged when Mr. Aizawa shot him a suspicious look. "I don't have anything better to do."

Her teacher let out an irritated sigh. "Fine. Meet me back here after dinner. We can show Shinso that ultimate move of yours."

"There you are."

Aisla looked behind her as she was making her way back to her room. She just finished with a shower, and now wore white shorts and a sunny yellow top with fluttering sleeves. Her hair was still damp, and she carried her bag of bathroom supplies in one hand, and her towel and clothes in the other.

She smiled when she saw Shoto standing before her. His ensemble today was a pair of jeans and a bright blue top that brought out the blue in his left eye. "Don't you look nice today," she observed, falling into step with him as she continued walking to her room.

He chuckled. "And you're lively. Did something happen today that made you happy?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's just nice to get out of my room for a change."

"In that case…" They paused at her door and he gave her a sheepish look. "I thought maybe, since I'm back early, we could…I don't know, go for a picnic or something?" He looked hopefully at her.

Her smile faltered slightly. "Oh, I don't know…"

"No one else will be there," he promised. "I know you don't really want to be around a lot of people, which is why I suggested a picnic rather than the dining hall. And, I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air since it's such a nice day."

Aisla had gotten enough fresh air this morning, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him that. So, she shrugged and hoisted her bag higher on her shoulder. "Alright. That sounds nice."

He gave her a pleased grin. "I'll let you put your things away then. I'll come back for you in…half an hour?"

She nodded, and he left her to her own devices. She didn't really feel like having a picnic right now, but the thought of being alone with Shoto, who was so comforting for her, wasn't such a bad idea.

Forty-five minutes later, the pair were sitting cross-legged on a picnic blanket. Shoto had brought a feast for them: onigiri, egg sandwiches, watermelon, sushi rolls, and tiny little cakes that Sato must have created based on their impressive design.

"Are you expecting the whole class?" Aisla asked in disbelief when he laid out his spoils.

He chuckled. "No, I just wanted you to have choices. You can pick whatever you want. I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for."

"Thank you for thinking of me," she said sincerely, then turned to the food and studied the things he'd brought. After a moment's thought, she decided to start simple and just eat a rice ball for now. She didn't want to overwhelm her body with anything too rich right away.

She chewed on rice and chatted with Shoto for a while, until they decided they'd eaten enough and packed up the food. He placed it all in a basket and shut the lid to keep out any bugs, then lay back on the blanket with his hands behind his head. His eyes drifted closed.

She looked at him for a long moment, taking in the dual-colored hair and eyes, the proper way he expressed himself, and the friendly smile still lifting the corners of full lips. He was attractive, to say the least, but her heart didn't flutter when she looked at him. Not the way it used to for someone else…

After a long moment of this, she thought maybe he had fallen asleep right there in the grass. The afternoon heat juxtaposed with the soft spring breeze was calming and made for decent napping weather, but she could see his eyes moving behind his closed lids, and heard his soft hum.

"Shoto…?" Aisla said carefully, watching his reactions intently as she spoke. He grunted in response but didn't open his eyes. "Can I ask you something?" She laid a hand on his chest and felt the rise and fall of breath, and the soft beating of his heart.

"Of course," he responded instantly.

She bit her lip, contemplating her next words. "What would you do if I…kissed you right now?"

Shame and embarrassment clawed its way inside of her, and she instantly regretted the words. She didn't really want to kiss her best friend, but for some reason the question had felt important to her.

"I'd have to push you away," he answered without hesitation, though his tone was soft and patient.

She frowned. "But…why?" She hadn't expected that response for some reason. She thought he'd want to kiss her. Sometimes he definitely looked at her like he wanted to. Maybe, in the weeks that Aisla had been going through her heartbreak, he'd decided that she was just too much for him. No one wanted to be with a girl who cried for weeks over a breakup.

He shrugged but still didn't open his eyes. "I know you wouldn't mean it."

He sees right through you, she realized. He knew what she was feeling and he didn't want any part of it.

"What if I told you I wanted it?" she insisted, voice soft, reluctant. "That I want it…with you?"

Finally, he opened his eyes and peered up at her, squinting against the bright sun filtering in through the leaves of the tree overhead. "Aisla, what's this all about? I know you don't really want to kiss me."

She bit her lip again and looked away as shame burned her cheeks. "Maybe I do…"

You're being cruel, she scolded herself. Don't play with people's feelings, not like he does…

Shoto sighed and sat up. "Aisla…you know we can't do that."

Her gaze shifted back to his as hurt and rejection flooded into her, even though she knew deep down that it wasn't Shoto that made her feel this pain. The rejection came from another boy—the hurt from her own twisted, confusing feelings. She was being unfair, but she also felt alone and sad and wanted her friend to take care of her, even if it was wrong.

"Why?" she breathed, pushing the matter further than was acceptable, but that dejected feeling was threatening to make her crumble again. "You said you loved me, remember?"

"Aisla," he sighed, cupping her face in one hand, gaze focused on hers. "I do love you. I care about you so much. That's why I can't kiss you."

"What do you mean?" she whispered, voice cracking slightly.

He brushed a stray tear away with his thumb and gave her a rueful smile. "It wouldn't be right, knowing that you're hurting inside like this…and not when you're in love with someone else."

She bristled. "I-I'm not!" she protested. "I don't love Kat-Bakugo! He's just a classmate now. He's a jerk, too! I told him to leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with him anymore."

"That's not true," he said gently. "You love him, Aisla. Your heart belongs to him. You don't love me the same way you do him, and that's okay with me. But that's why we can't go there. If we kissed…I'd want it to be more."

"More?" she echoed.

He nodded. "Not that I've ever kissed anyone before, but…I'd like to think I'm not the type of person who does it for fun, Aisla. If we kissed, I'd want all of you, not just your lips…but your heart, too. And that's already been claimed by someone else. So right now, what you and I have? I want it to stay the way it is. I want to have picnics with my best friend, and hang out together. And…" He trailed off, his eyes fixing somewhere beyond her and a look of consternation settling on his features.

"And?" she prompted, voice breathy and barely audible.

"And," he continued reluctantly, "I might…really like someone. Someone…else."

"Right. Akina." Aisla lay back on the blanket as she suddenly recalled meeting the black-haired girl at the Valentine's Day party, and their 'it's complicated' status.

Aisla was an idiot. Of course, he'd found someone. She hadn't really expected him to wait around for her forever, but a part of her kind of thought he might. She was glad that he'd decided to take things with Akina more seriously. She wanted her best friend to be happy and hoped his relationship worked out better than hers had.

"Yeah," he agreed, laying down as well. "She's really nice. I hope…maybe we can all be friends?"

Aisla slid a smile his way. "Of course, Roki. I'm sorry for…" She trailed off, not really sure what she was apologizing for. Coming onto him? Assuming he'd be waiting around for her forever? Treating him like he was her boyfriend but pushing him away when he tried to get close to her? Friendzoning him so hard that he moved on to a real relationship just for Aisla to challenge his newfound happiness with stupid and selfish hypotheticals about kissing? "I'm sorry for everything," she finally whispered. "I shouldn't have asked something so bold. It was wrong of me."

"Don't ever be afraid to talk to me, Ru," he murmured, taking her hand in his and holding it tightly. "I don't feel anything negative toward you. Like I said, I know you don't really want to kiss me. I know what you're doing."

"And what's that?" she asked, pretty sure even she didn't know the answer to that.

"You're still upset about Bakugo," he said. "You're trying to fool yourself into thinking that you're okay with getting involved with someone else, but you know deep down that's a lie. That's why you came to me, your best friend. You knew I would refuse you."

She stayed quiet as she thought about his words. She didn't want them to be true—what kind of person tried to use her best friend like that? But honestly, she knew he was right. She had come to Shoto knowing he wouldn't allow anything like that to happen between them. He was a good person, and he could tell she was hurting. She knew he wouldn't take advantage of that, no matter how much she tried to convince him she wanted it.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered, feeling the guilt start to swallow her whole. She was the worst type of human, maybe even worse than Bakugo.

"I know what you're thinking," he accused, "and it's not true. You're not a bad person, Aisla. You're someone who's in a lot of pain and doesn't know how to deal with it all. I think you might be doing a little better, though. Is that…" he trailed off and she noticed the tips of his ears turn red. "Is that a stupid deduction?"

Despite everything, she laughed at his choice of words and squeezed his hand. "No, I think I'm starting to feel a little better. After I talked to…" she swallowed, "Bakugo, I knew that I couldn't keep living like that. The anguish, the guilt, the anger, it was starting to take over my life. I decided that I couldn't keep going on like that, not when I still have a whole life ahead of me. I need to face my demons head on."

"Good for you, Ru," he said encouragingly. "That makes me happy."

"Having a friend like you…" she whispered. And my new friendship with Hitoshi, and the support I get from Mr. Aizawa… "That's what makes me happy."

She was so grateful to have people like them in her life right now. So grateful for her friends.

A/N: Good morning! So, I know some of you might have a thing or two to say about Aisla's little moment with Shoto. So before anyone goes off on me, just remember that she's a TEENAGE GIRL, and she's still trying to navigate her feelings. When I wrote this scene over a year ago (yes, it's been that long already), I wasn't sure exactly how far I wanted it to go. I knew I didn't want Shoto to kiss her because I knew that would ruin not only the relationship she has with Roki, but also any potential make up with Katsuki. But, I also wanted to be true to both of their characters. So I had to decide what each character would say, and how they would feel in that situation.

Aisla is still really upset about her breakup with Katsuki, and is being extremely dramatic about it. Again, because she's a teenage girl and doesn't know how to properly deal with her feelings. Shoto is someone she's always been able to rely on, but he's also someone who hasn't exactly made his feelings toward her a secret. Aisla KNOWS she doesn't have romantic feelings toward Shoto (which is exactly what he said), which is partially why she ASKED rather than simply trying to kiss him herself. Or, you know, being a normal person and getting over her breakup first and waiting to see if she actually likes the guy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (I totally stole this shrugging guy from someone on Twitter).

ANYWAY! Point is, yes Aisla is still being an idiot, but she has her reasons, and she's doing her best to not wallow and figure out how to live her life without Katsuki. Shoto is trying to be a good boy and not take the tempting bait that is Aisla lol. Hitoshi doesn't seem to mind too much though XD Better hurry up and swoop in there before Shoto or Katsuki changes his mind!

Reviews:

Blasttyrant: Katsuki always has to ruin it with his stupid mouth lmaooo. Just learn to not speak, Katsuki. Repeat after me: YES, YOU ARE RIGHT. That will get you far with women XD

Beta: yellowchikadee