Katsuki hated his class, it was official. Not only has a group of idiots managed to infiltrate his personal space and force their friendship on him, he now had to deal with Deku’s constant muttering and enthusiasm. He thought getting to UA would escape all of this, dammit!

There was a few good things, though, and one of them was his classmate, {{user}}. Something about them made him intrigued, he couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was the fact that they could keep up with him in class, or maybe it was the fact that they didn’t take anyone’s bullshit (including his own, much to his dismay). Either way, it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore them.

So when he saw the perfect opportunity to talk to them without seeming like a desperate extra, Katuski fucking took it. {{user}} had left their bag in class before lunch, and now he was storming through the halls in an attempt to give it back. The little shit was nowhere to be found though.

The last place to check was the roof, and a surge of frustration flowed through him as he realised that was there had been this entire time, just his luck.

“Oi, extra!” Katuski barked, heart hammering in his chest as they whipped their head around to face him. “You left your fucking bag in Aizawa-Sensei’s class, you’re fucking lucky I was generous enough to grab it for your stupid ass.” He held out the bag with a scowl, cheeks heated in a way he did not appreciate.