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There were a few things Izuku found himself regretting this past week, like embarrassing himself in front of the cute cashier at Starbucks or rambling to his roommate who ended up falling asleep mid rant. If there was one thing he found himself regretting the most at the moment, though, it would definitely be signing up for a 9 am class, because waking up before 9 in the morning should be a literal crime.
His alarm rang at exactly 7:30 in the morning -- Izuku needed plenty of time to get ready and have breakfast -- and he nearly let himself fall back asleep before he heard his roommate (who was an early riser) from the other side of his door say “wake the fuck up or else”. Izuku sighed into his pillow and acknowledged said roommate with a groan, which seemed to be enough of a response as he heard footsteps retreat back to the kitchen.
Still slightly tired, Izuku allowed himself to lay in bed for exactly 5 minutes before he finally sat up, stretched, then got out of bed. He headed towards the bathroom he shared with his roommate and started up his very short morning routine. It only took him about 15 minutes to be done before he walked back to his room.
He changed into decent clothes, or at least something that wasn’t pjs, and headed into the kitchen where his very angry roommate waited with coffee and waffles. Izuku’s stomach growled at the sight, and he hesitated for a second before he grabbed the second mug on the counter- that he knew was his because of the bunny print- and a plate of waffles with strawberries on the side. How lucky am I to have a roommate that is such a good cook, he thought as he poured syrup all over them, cut a piece of waffle with a fork and stuffed it in his mouth. It was absolutely delicious.
“You’re fucking welcome, nerd,” his roommate grumbled, but lacked the usual bite his words were laced with.
Izuku smiled around a forkful of waffles and swallowed the food in his mouth before he let out a quiet, “Thanks Kacchan” under his breath. The other, Katsuki (aka Kacchan), simply hummed in acknowledgement as he sat on the counter next to Izuku to munch on his own plate full of waffles.
“We’re walking to class together, right?” Izuku asks some minutes later, which cut the silence that had made itself present. The two had different classes to attend, but the buildings were in the same general direction, so they decided to walk to class together to keep each other company. Katsuki liked to pretend he didn’t enjoy the idea that they could be seen together, but Izuku knew better.
His thoughts were solidified when Katsuki mumbled a simple “yeah” before taking a sip of his (extremely bitter) coffee. Izuku- mister more coffee creamer and milk than coffee- could never understand how Katsuki can drink such a thing.
They spent the better part of 20 minutes eating their waffles and sitting in silence, only speaking to ask about a class or campus related question. The two weren’t friends, by any means, just roommates who had to get used to each other, so small, awkward talk was to be expected. Even so, Izuku was lucky most of their schedules aligned and even had a class in common, or else he’d be a ball of anxiety as he head to class.
After finishing their food and washing the dishes they used, the two boys went into their respective rooms to grab their backpacks and any other essentials they might need for the day. Their campus apartment isn’t too far from the main part of campus but it is at least a 10 minute walk and they both wanted to get to class about half an hour early to get good seats, so they came to a mutual agreement to leave at around 8:15 a.m..
Katsuki yells from his room to “put on a fucking sweater” and Izuku listens because he always (in the two weeks they’ve been living together) assumed Kacchan was right about anything.
Katsuki only reminded him to put on a sweater because in just two weeks he realized Izuku never took one anywhere even if it was cold out and then he’d complain about the cold. Katsuki hated having to give up a jacket almost as much as he hated complainers, which wasn’t a lot, Izuku guessed, since he ended up giving Izuku his jacket every time they went somewhere together (3 times! nothing to be proud of, but Izuku was proud anyway).
They exit their rooms at the same time, looking like complete polar opposites: Izuku with a cream colored sweater on and a light blue backpack with pins and keychains all over it, Katsuki with a black jacket and dark red backpack with absolutely no personality on it, aka it was plain, because he was boring.
Their shoes are all placed by the door on a little shoe rack, so they both walk over to take off their house slippers and change into outdoor shoes. Izuku puts on his usual red shoes and Katsuki his black leather boots.
The green haired boy heads out the door first and doesn’t even wait for Katsuki, who always locks the door behind them. He heads straight for the elevator of their shitty apartment complex and presses the down button. Katsuki is there just seconds before the elevator arrives at their floor, grumbling as usual about how Izuku never locks the door or waits for him. They’re grateful no one is in the elevator when they walk in because no one likes an awkward elevator ride with complete strangers.
The walk to class is quiet. They both have earphones in, but just one so they can still hear anything important, and are introverts by nature so the silence doesn’t bother them. What does bother Izuku, however, is the fact that he’s gonna be in an unknown social science building in about 10 minutes with no friends to help him navigate the halls. He’d tried asking Katsuki about the building, but seeing as they’re both in the Department of Art, Katsuki’s never had to step foot into this building either, especially because he completed the social science requirement before even attending college thanks to his AP test scores.
Unfortunately, if Izuku wanted to complete his requirement by this year, he’d have to put up with this 9 am Gender and Science class.
They arrive to where the social science buildings and art buildings split off some minutes after Izuku’s had a whole internal monologue about regrets and class schedules. The two give each other a small nod before walking towards their classes’ respective buildings, and it takes everything Izuku’s got to not go running back to their apartment. It takes him about 5 minutes to find his lecture hall, and he almost expects it to be empty since he was nearly half an hour early, but is surprised to see a good amount of people already there. They must’ve all had the same idea to get there early for good seats.
He finds a seat towards the middle of the lecture hall, about halfway up. People are mostly mindful of where they sit and who they sit next to, so no one takes the seats directly next to him since the room is quite big and there aren’t enough students enrolled to fill the hall.
There are about 20 minutes left until class starts after he takes out his laptop and other essentials so he mindlessly scrolls through his phone in an effort to look unapproachable as the time passes. It works to stop anyone from sitting next to him or attempting to make conversation, but doesn’t work to stop anyone from looking at him. This is college, so of course Izuku expects curious eyes to land on him every now and then. It’s normal really. Until it isn’t.
Izuku had been told once that he could be pretty oblivious to things, flirting, sarcasm, and the like, but he was always mindful of gazes that lasted longer than a minute. And today, he could practically feel eyes boring holes into his skin. He willed himself to ignore it and desperately tried not to look up. This was not something he could handle, and fuck what does he do now?
The stares don’t stop, not even when the professor arrives some 15 minutes later and starts up a standard introductory powerpoint. Izuku keeps his eyes trained forward and absolutely refuses to look to his side where the stares come from.
He tries his best to focus and take notes whenever something important is mentioned from the syllabus and the first lesson of the day. Eyes watched him throughout the entire thing. They observed how he sat, breathed, blinked; it was uncomfortable. Izuku hated being perceived, especially like this.
When the almost two hours of class is over, Izuku is grateful for the fact that Katsuki agreed to walk back to their apartment together since their Monday chem discussions wouldn’t start until next week, so they had the rest of today off. He packs up his things as fast as possible and makes his way to the door of the lecture hall. Izuku scans the rest of the room to make sure the guy’s gone, sees no sign of him, and sighs in relief. The guy had probably left already, thank god.
Izuku pushed the door open, happy that he’d go back to his college apartment and relax after he was forced to sit through a class with a creep. He certainly did not expect to be stopped as soon as he made his way out the door, much less be pulled to the side by his arm. His eyes widened, and he let out a small squeak that he couldn’t even be embarrassed about because literally what the fuck.
He looked to see who’d pulled his arm, and panicked when he realized it was the guy who stared at him the entire class time. Does this guy not understand body language?
“Hey there,” he spoke, trying to sound casual. Izuku internally cringed and winced when the guy tightened the hold on his arm. Again, what the fuck.
The guy didn’t seem to notice, or care, that Izuku was uncomfortable both with the hand on his arm and the situation as a whole. Instead he spoke again when he realized Izuku wasn’t going to speak, “… Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?”
Izuku panics, mentally going through all the options in his mind. What was he supposed to say to this guy? He’s very much NOT interested in dating someone who made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Plus, he has standards and god damn this guy definitely does not meet them. Before he can think any better of it, Izuku blurts out a “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” and runs.
He stumbles out the door of the Social Science building and runs as fast as possible towards the Art buildings where he and Katsuki are supposed to meet. It’s a short distance, but Izuku is out of breath by the time he gets to the main entrance. Katsuki glares at him, but Izuku isn’t even bothered. He’s so glad to see the blond. The other guy made him feel icky, and Katsuki has been a constant in the past two weeks, something Izuku associates with comfort.
“Kacchan! Quick, we need to leave!” Izuku squeaks as he grabs Katsuki’s wrist and pulls him in the direction they originally came from. Katsuki nearly tripped over the sheer force and would’ve been frozen in shock at his strength if not for the fact that he was pulled into a run.
“Deku, why the fuck are we running?” Katsuki yells, following the boy despite being strong enough to stop both of their movements.
Izuku wheezes, clearly not used to running for long periods of time. “I’ll explain back at the apartment Kacchan,” he says before speeding up despite his very obvious struggle to continue. Katsuki, for some god awful reason, says nothing and simply follows him.
Their apartment complex is within view in less than 10 minutes, and Izuku deems it safe to slow down now. He can’t believe he actually ran for that long, because wow he is so unfit. Maybe he should join Katsuki during his evening workout.
Seeming to remember exactly what was happening and realizing he was still holding onto Katsuki’s wrist, Izuku looks at the taller, who is no doubtedly brooding, and lets go in an instant. He opens his mouth to speak but Katsuki beats him to it, “You better fucking tell me everything when we go inside.” They’re by the elevators now, and Katsuki pushes the button harshly.
The ride up is quiet save for Izuku’s breathing, which hasn’t calmed down from the running. The doors open when they reach the top floor and Katsuki walks out first, Izuku follows. The taller unlocks their door quietly, they walk in, take off their shoes and put on their slippers before they make their way to the kitchen counter. Katsuki grabs two water bottles from the fridge first, because he knows Izuku is struggling to literally breathe.
Katsuki hands Izuku a water bottle before speaking, “So? Spit it out. What the fuck was that?” He’s patient enough to wait for Izuku to take a large drink of water, and the smaller looks frantic and panicked just from the way Katsuki is looking at him.
“Okay so, I get to class right,” he begins, knowing all too well he was about to fully ramble but he couldn’t really bring himself to care given the situation. “Everything is all fine and dandy. I find a decent seat and then just sit there on my phone while I wait for class to start because I definitely didn’t want anyone to approach me and talking to strangers is weird,” Izuku ignores the way the taller snorts at that comment. “Then, I feel someone staring at me! I might’ve mentioned this to you before but, I can always tell when people stare for too long because it makes me uncomfortable,” his arms flail and Katsuki ducks when his right almost hits him.
“And it would’ve been fine if it was for like just a minute or so I guess, but no this guy stares at me the entire class time! Not once did he take his eyes off me and I tried so hard to ignore it but it's hard to do that because what the heck, why are you staring at me!?” his words jumble up, but neither of them mind. “Even worse, when class is over I’m like ‘thank god’ because that was the most uncomfortable thing ever, and I look around after packing up my stuff only to find him gone so I’m like okay I guess I’m safe. But as I’m walking out the door this guy literally grabs my arm, right? And he pulls me to the side!” Izuku vaguely hears Katsuki mutter a ‘what the actual fuck’ under his breath.
“I know! I’m standing there just repeating ‘what the fuck’ in my mind because literally why did he think it was okay to do that? And this guy has the audacity to say a freaking pick-up line as if he didn’t just grab me without asking or wondering if I’m okay with it!” the green haired boy practically yells. “The absolute worst part of it all is that I completely panicked and said ‘sorry I have a boyfriend’ to which I don’t. Oh my god, he’s gonna find out I don’t have one and harass me,” he mumbles the last part as he covers his face with his hands, feeling utterly embarrassed as he tells Katsuki his stupid response.
“Dude what the hell, that’s so fucking creepy,” is Katsuki’s first proper response, for lack of better words. Izuku doesn’t blame him, there’s no normal way to go about this.
“I know.”
Katsuki stares at him for a second as he thinks, then asks, “What other days do you have this class?”
“Same days as your class. The days usually align so take a wild guess. Oh and discussion starts next Tuesday,” It sounds a bit mean once the words register in his mind, but Izuku’s had too rough of a day to really care, sorta.
Luckily, Katsuki seems uncaring of the tone or choice of words. He scoffs, but a smile is on his face as he says, “Fucking whatever, smartass. It’s a Monday, Wednesday, Friday class then?”
“Yeah,” Izuku smiles and takes another sip of water.
They sit in silence for a while. Izuku finally feels his heartbeat slow down and can breathe normally. He finishes up his water bottle and moves to stand. Katsuki decides to speak again, “If he doesn’t back off even after you told him you had a boyfriend and tries shit again on Wednesday you should just drop the class.”
“But my social science requirement Kacchan!” Izuku practically wails.
Katsuki doesn’t seem to care about how embarrassing that sounded (thank god), he simply says, “Just do that shit next quarter. You’re taking, what, 5 classes right now? Dropping it will be better for your time management and safety, dumbass.”
“Kacchan, you’re also taking 5 classes.”
“Yeah and one is ‘independent study and practice’ because I’m literally a dance major. But that’s not the fucking point,” Katsuki explains, sounding a little more irritable now, and Izuku nearly apologizes (for what? he doesn’t know, but it seems reasonable). “That guy seems pretty fucking stalker-ish, so if I were you, I’d drop that class in a heartbeat,” he continues, disrupting Izuku’s train of thought.
Izuku sighs, “I guess you’re right.” Curse Katsuki for always being right, he thinks. “I’ll wait to see what happens Wednesday, though. Also, one of my classes is independent study, so we both technically have 4 classes!”
“Fair enough, now go take a nap or something while I practice for a bit. I’ll start cooking lunch in about two hours,” Katsuki says as he stands and pushes his chair in.
Izuku does the same, “Okay Kacchan! Thank you.” They split off into their respective rooms.
Izuku hears Katsuki let out a soft, “It’s whatever, nerd.” He smiles as he closes his door, ready to take a small nap. Today has been so exhausting and he deserved a nap.
***
By the time Wednesday rolled around Izuku was pretty hopeful that the guy would back off after his response, and he really hoped there’d be no creepy staring during class.
He was so fucking wrong. When he and Katsuki split off, Izuku instantly felt eyes staring at him. They weren’t even in class yet. Izuku was mildly concerned and sent Katsuki a text saying if his body went missing to blame the guy with the greasy looking white hair wearing a crusty Star Wars hoodie. Katsuki’s only reply was ‘what the fuck deku’ and Izuku honestly couldn’t blame him because that message was so unsettling to begin with, but it was necessary.
The guy had been waiting by the entrance of the social science building, it seemed, and Izuku rushed in with his head down in his best attempt to ignore the guy. Thankfully, the creep didn’t try to talk to him, but he still followed a distance away and sat a little bit closer to Izuku this time.
He stared at Izuku all class long, and Izuku could hardly concentrate on the slides or the professor’s talking.
When class was over, Izuku packed his things as quickly as possible and rushed towards the exit. He tried to hide between the swarm of people and nearly got away until he felt a tug on his backpack and was forced to turn around. No one around them paid any mind, and Izuku silently cursed everyone for being so oblivious to the situation. The guy’s grip on his backpack was surprisingly tight and Izuku was pulled to the side. The creep spoke as soon as more of the students dispersed, “I know you don’t have a boyfriend.” Izuku was speechless and borderline panicking. “You just said that to get away,” he continued. “Until you can prove you have a boyfriend, I’m not gonna stop.”
Izuku tried to form a sentence, tell him that he was wrong and that he did have a boyfriend and didn’t have to prove anything to him. But nothing would come out of his mouth, and oh, he was starting to panic. He was so close to crying, and could feel his breathing worsen. Izuku opened his mouth to speak, fearing that his voice would give out, but before he managed to speak, someone called out to him, “Deku, let’s go.” It was Katsuki.
Izuku had never felt more relieved.
He could hear Katsuki’s footsteps approaching, and only then did the creep let go of Izuku’s backpack. The guy still had the guts to smile as if nothing had happened and whispered a, “See you later, Deku ,” before walking in the opposite direction Katsuki was coming from.
Izuku shuddered and let out a shaky breath. That nickname sounded terrible coming out of his mouth.
When Katsuki reached Izuku some seconds after the guy had left, the shorter was still standing there nearly zoned out. Katsuki began to speak, but Izuku could hardly register his words. His legs felt like jelly as Katsuki led Izuku outside where he could get some fresh air and hopefully calm down. Izuku barely noticed the way Katsuki had a protective arm around him that prevented him from falling as he walked.
Katsuki sat Izuku down on the nearest available ledge he could find and crouched down in front of him, examining his face for any remaining signs of panic. The blond had tried his best to calm Izuku down on the walk there, but it didn’t seem like the shorter could hear him properly, which was extremely concerning.
He brushed green locks away from his forehead and met Izuku’s eyes with his own, allowing the shorter to slowly register what was happening. His breathing calmed down eventually and the slight shakiness in his arms lessened. Katsuki sighed in relief and softly asked, “Are you okay now Izuku?”
Izuku nodded shakily and tried his best to focus on Katsuki. He barely even registered the fact that Katsuki was calling him by his given name instead of the usual nickname.
“Once you can stand, we’re going straight home,” Katsuki said, soft tone still present. “Would you like some water? I have some in my backpack.”
Izuku shook his head. All he wanted was to go back to their apartment and lay in bed the rest of the day. Katsuki sighed, clearly still worried but unable to do much. Though Izuku had previously mentioned his panic attacks to Katsuki, he didn’t think he’d ever have one around the blond and didn’t tell him proper protocol. Katsuki did a decent job despite not knowing what to do, and Izuku knew he’d ask for information later just in case this happened again. He was very much not looking forward to having this conversation later.
“I think I can stand now.” Izuku’s voice sounded dry. Katsuki paid it no mind. He simply helped Izuku up, arm wrapped around his torso, and led them both in the direction of their apartment.
The walk was quiet and felt extremely long due to their slow speed. Izuku felt a little bad that he put Katsuki through all this, but knew that the taller wouldn’t let him apologize if he tried so he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki practically carry him to their apartment.
***
After the fiasco that was Wednesday, Izuku decided (read: was forced to) drop the class and was also under extreme surveillance courtesy of his grouchy roommate. If he was being honest, he didn’t expect for the problem to be completely solved regardless of dropping the class. Sure, it meant not being stared at for almost two hours 3 times a week and the chances of the guy harassing him after class had lowered, but Izuku just knew he wouldn’t quit his advances, especially after what he had said last time.
So Izuku wasn’t particularly surprised to find the guy waiting around the next day after he was done with classes or walking behind him with some distance between the two. It was creepy as hell. How the fuck did the creep know his class schedule? Just how much of a stalker was this guy? Izuku was just glad the guy didn’t get too close, though it might’ve had something to do with Katsuki being around a majority of the time since their schedules aligned quite a lot.
During their shared chemistry class, Katsuki stuck by Izuku the whole time, practically shielding him from the rest of the class. For non-shared classes, their original plan involved splitting off to get to their designated classes, but after The Incident, Katsuki decided he’d walk Izuku to his classes before going to his own. Izuku was grateful, sure, but Katsuki dropped off and picked Izuku up from class, which was mildly embarrassing considering the fact that Izuku was an adult (barely but still). Walking around campus was even worse. Anytime the guy got within view, Katsuki was glaring at him and dragging Izuku in a different direction.
When Friday rolled around, Izuku was glad he didn’t have any classes and could stay at the apartment all day (heck! all weekend!) with the door locked and windows closed. He slept in till noon and lazed around in bed until he felt hungry. Katsuki had left early in the morning, but when Izuku headed to the kitchen, he noticed a plate of food on the counter with a little note that said “eat this you ungrateful ass” and in tiny lettering “don’t open the door for anyone”. It was a simple rice dish with chicken and veggies, because Kacchan always insisted that Izuku didn’t eat enough vegetables (which was true but Izuku didn’t want to admit that).
Lately he’d been eating properly thanks to a certain blond haired gremlin -- curse Katsuki for interfering with Izuku’s starving artist agenda.
In all seriousness, Izuku was grateful to have a roommate with cooking skills. Without Katsuki, Izuku would’ve actually been living off coffee and air. He did occasionally wish, however, that Katsuki would make something fried and greasy like katsudon. Maybe if he begged enough, Katsuki would agree to make it. Izuku’s no beggar, but he’d go through great lengths for some homemade katsudon.
Despite his wishes for some “unhealthy” food, Izuku devoured the entire dish Katsuki left him. It tasted absolutely fantastic, as expected. He’d sent the taller a thank you text and a photo of the now empty plate. Katsuki sent a thumbs up in response, and Izuku considered that good enough.
Izuku’s in the middle of placing the now clean dish where it belongs in a cupboard when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He’s unsurprised to see a text from his favorite professor, Professor Yagi. Izuku had grown close with Professor Yagi the previous year when he’d taken one of his basic painting classes as a prerequisite. He’d more or less consider himself Yagi’s protege, though that was kind of a stretch, even if Yagi had basically taken Izuku under his wing.
Yagi had asked if he was busy, as he wanted to discuss upcoming art exhibitions and competitions he’d been invited to. Izuku was quick to answer and rushed into his room to change. He left 10 minutes after his reply to Mr. Yagi that “not busy! i’ll be there soon!” and sped walk to campus.
In his haste, Izuku forgot to let Katsuki know where he was going. He didn’t even spare his blond roommate a thought as he made his way to the art building and up the elevator to Mr. Yagi’s office.
***
Forgetting to text Katsuki was possibly the worst decision Izuku could’ve made, it seems. As soon as Izuku left Mr. Yagi’s office and checked his phone, he was met with a series of messages and even missed calls from his roommate. Izuku was fucked.
kacchan (・`ω´・)
hey i’m on my way back
i know i’m late but i had extra practice
don’t tell me you fell back asleep
it’s literally 2 pm deku
if i get back and you’re asleep i will literally riot
deku where the fuck are you
answer me you shit
you should’ve at least told me you were leaving
Izuku hurriedly replies to Katsuki, apologizing for not letting him know and explaining that his professor texted him out of the blue. Katsuki’s only reply is “whatever nerd, just hurry the fuck up” which at least means he’s not mad at Izuku. With that resolved, Izuku walks back to their apartment as quickly as he can, still weary of the lowkey stalker.
When the building is in view, Izuku feels relieved that he successfully made it without being harassed. He takes the usual route of the elevator to the top floor and as soon as he hears the “ding” Izuku is just happy to have been safe. That is, until he turns the corner and sees the stalker waiting by the stairs down the hall, which just so happens to be where his apartment is.
Izuku begins to panic. How the fuck does the guy know where he lives? It’s one thing to follow him to his classes, but another to follow him to his place of living. Izuku is seconds away from having a mental breakdown, and it only worsens when the guy begins to speak.
“Hey Deku. This is your apartment, right?” His tone is condescending, and Izuku refuses to reply. Even if he were to say no, the creep would see right through him. “Why don’t you invite me in? I know that thing about your ‘boyfriend’ is a lie, and I bet you’re so lonely. We can have some fun, y’know?”
Izuku visibly cringes, and he’s about to yell at the guy, tell him to leave him alone and stop questioning the existence of his supposed boyfriend, when the door to his apartment opens and Katsuki’s there. His usual glare is replaced with something harsher, and Izuku nearly (if not for his panicky state) gasps in shock when Katsuki says, “Leave my boyfriend alone before I fucking kill you.”
The guy smiles as if he wasn’t just threatened, clearly finding what the blond had said a joke. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” Izuku wasn’t sure if that was in reference to them dating or to Katsuki killing him, but wouldn’t like to find out which it was either.
“We don’t have to prove anything to you,” Katsuki says as he steps closer to the creep. “But if you really want me to, I’ll beat your ass until you can’t breathe right this fucking instant.” The look in Katsuki’s eyes is intense. It’s the angriest Izuku’s ever seen him, and he’d once thrown away Katsuki’s favorite hot sauce on accident. His anger from that day didn’t even rival today.
Relief floods through Izuku when the creep backs off and starts his descend down the stairs. He’s nearly out of view when he turns around and says, “See you next time, Deku.” Then he’s gone, and Izuku is left still standing in the hallway, unable to move.
Before Izuku can even begin to process the entirety of what just happened, Katsuki’s walking towards where he stands in the hallway and gently pulling him towards their apartment. Once inside, he makes sure to lock the door before helping Izuku with his shoes and walking him to their couch.
The taller says nothing, allowing Izuku time to relax before they eventually have to talk about everything. Izuku, once again, is not looking forward to that conversation. He barely even wants to acknowledge the issue, somehow convincing himself that if he can ignore it, it doesn’t exist.
Izuku hates today.
And Izuku’s never been the type to hate anything. He dislikes things. It’s never been full on hatred, but everything about today was worth hating.
He hates crazy stalkers who can’t take a hint. He hates having panic attacks. He hates being unable to stand up for himself.
Most of all, he hates that Katsuki, his extremely helpful and kind and beyond amazing roommate, has been roped into the mess that Izuku should be handling on his own.