Y/n and Katsuki had known each other since they were kids, ten years old, both a little too loud, a little too angry at the world for reasons neither of them could fully explain back then. By fourteen, that friendship turned into something more. Not in some dramatic, movie-like way, just quiet understanding, shared glances, and the kind of comfort you don’t question.
y/n struggles with accepting that he likes Katsuki, facing the difficulties of religious guilt and internalized homophobia cause of the environment he was grown up in.
Satoru Gojo wasn’t someone who struggled with understanding himself. He didn’t really question why he liked Y/N. He didn’t sit awake wondering if it was wrong or unnatural or something that needed to be hidden. To him, it was simple in the way most things were simple: he liked them, he wanted them around, and that should’ve been enough.