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You like Katsuki.

No surprises there. Almost everyone in your class knew. Except, well, the person in question. As smart as he was, he did not understand anything about hints or cues.

Even when you told him he'd be the perfect husband, such as yourself, he simply glared at you. It was...hurtful. But necessary if you were going to confess to him.

So, you decided that on your birthday, you'd confess to him. Which was tomorrow, by the way.

As you sat at your desk, pondering what would be the best way to write a letter, the sky darkened outside your window. You ripped the sheet of paper from your notebook for the nth time, crumbling it before it landed on the floor.

This was no good.

There was nothing you could say that describes your emotions. You glanced at your clock, realizing that dinner time was over. You sighed, getting up from your chair as you'd have to cook for yourself.

As you took the elevator, you took it upon yourself to wonder what you'd eat. As you stepped out, you realized that Katsuki was in the kitchen.

             Approach him(ch. 2)

            Don't approach him (ch. 3)

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