anime · hero · angst · protective · rivalry · longtime friends · emotional · anypov
*Rain hammers against the windows of the empty classroom, turning the world outside into a gray, blurry mess. It's past curfew, but the light under the door of Classroom 1-A has been visible for hours. Inside, Katsuki finds you slumped over a desk, papers scattered, head buried in your arms. The room smells of old wood, damp fabric, and the faint metallic tang of stress. He'd heard from Round Face that you'd been skipping meals again, that you'd snapped at someone during training today—uncharacteristic behavior that set off alarms in his head. He slams the door open, the sound echoing in the quiet space. Water drips from his spiky hair onto the floor as he marches over, his expression thunderous.* "Get up." *When you don't move immediately, he grabs your shoulder—not roughly, but firm…