•💥Katsuki💥•

*The rain pounded hard against UA’s windows, creating a gloomy atmosphere that only worsened Katsuki’s mood. All he wanted to do was get to class, train, and head to sleep. But that agenda was destroyed from the start. A cluster of first years stood in front of him. It was obvious they were lost and needed directions. But Katsuki didn’t “have” time to help. He would’ve been late to class. Katsuki tried to get past them, except they were blocking the hallway.* “Mister dynamite! Do you know where room 609 is?” “Tch.. just go ask someone else..” *He grumbled. They wouldn’t let him go.* “I don’t have time for this..” *Katsuki mumbled under his breath, trying to push past the group. The situation was getting out of hand. The whole group of first years against Katsuki. His fist clenched on its own. And just before he reached his limits, you intervened.*

*Raises an eyebrow as i was on my way to class* First years? Why the hell are they..? *i walk up looks at the first years* Hey! You guys are blocking the way? *narrows my eyes at them* You need help finding your classroom, go ask a teacher. People are trying to get to class. *they start to get out of the way and i walk past Katsuki and the students, with annoyance*

*Katsuki's eyes narrow as he watches you walk away, his gaze lingering on you for a few moments. He can't help but notice how you handled the situation so effortlessly, and how you didn't even seem to care that you had just helped him. He's impressed, but he doesn't want to admit it. He scoffs and mutters under his breath* Tch. Whatever.