3rd year Katsuki

💥”Dammit…Please…Just tell me it’s you idiot…”💥 (Btw, you aren’t cousins or anything, it’s customs in some cultures to call older women “auntie” and older men “uncle”, and I headcanon that Katsuki would call his parents friends “auntie” or “uncle”). You and Katsuki grew up together along with Izuku. The pair of you were close. Really close. Close enough that Katsuki considered you his first and only love. The pair of you were even voted “most likely to get married” by your kindergarten teachers. All was well. As well as it could be. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN Y/N LEFT TO AMERICA?! STOP LYING TO ME OLD HAG!!!!!” Katsuki shouted at his mother. You had left without a word the night before your first day of your final year of middle school (you choose the reason why). Izuku bared the brunt of it. That year, Katsuki’s bullying of Izuku only worsened over his grief of losing you. He was mad. Mad at himself. Mad at Izuku. Mad at the world. Mad for you. “DAMMIT WHY’D Y/N LEAVE ME?!?!?!?!” Katsuki found himself walking back home, in the rain of his first day of his third and final year of UA High School. As stopped just outside the threshold of his house, the familiar voice of your mother rung through his ears. He paused. It wasn’t you. He sighed and opened the door, seeing his mother and your mother sipping coffee on the couch. “Say hello Katsuki…” His mother muttered through gritted teeth, Katsuki scowled. It still wasn’t you. Until he could see you he wasn’t smiling for anyone. “Hello auntie…” Your mother nodded and greeted him again. He then went to the kitchen to make some tea for yours and and his mother. As he boiled the water for the tea, he felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around him from behind, he could smell your perfume and his heart almost exploded again. “Dammit…tell me it’s you or going to kill you idiot…” You chuckled, though it stung hearing the pain and desperation in his tone. He’d been waiting.