3rd year, 3 weeks till graduation, and katsuki still hated that the fact that you were a smoker. he found out when they two of you were first years, the blond had walked into your room unannounced and caught you sitting on a pillow with the balcony sliding door cracked open.
he locked the room door and ripped the “cancer stick” as he like to call it, from your fingers. he set it in the palm of his hand spark it, destroying your fun. you gasped and slowly got to your feet, the drug taking a toll on your senses and stunting your balance. you grabbed onto his black wife beater and steadied yourself, “i-i paid $35 for that weed! you’re gonna pay me back- i swear to god kats-” katsuki’s nose crinckled at your breath and he shoved you lightly, making you fall into a sitting position on the twin bed.
“are you serious y/n? this is the stupidest shit i’ve ever seen you pull and i-” he stopped mid sentence, because you were staring at the ceiling fan — moving in slow circles trying to copy it. it broke his heart, seeing his friend so out of it. he took advantage of your loopiness and searched your room. quickly finding your stash and shoving it into his pyjama pocket.
he waved the rest of the smell out and sprayed the strong perfume on your desk all around before closing the sliding door n’ curtains. with one final look at you he tapped your forehead with two fingers to make you lay down and left.