People changed all the time, so there was no way they could be as close as they were as children. It was clear that neither had contacted the other in years, so there was no doubt in her mind that their personalities were significantly different.
Katsuki had matured obviously, even in the year Akari had known him, Katsuki was always changing. His tastes reflected that. But Akari couldn't help but feel a sting in the pit of her stomach.She had to remind herself that while the girl knew "Kacchan" then, Akari knew him better now.
However long he and this girl were apart, it didn't matter. She was no threat because Katsuki had given Akari his jacket—the jacket she couldn't help but dig her fingernails into. Izuku would never get to wear it; she'd make sure of it.
"Nice to meet you," Akari said sweetly, she could feel unused muscles in her face burning as she struggled to keep up her cheery facade. She was gonna have to find a way to take herself and Katsuki out of the conversation before it wore off. And because she already didn't like this girl.
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