After being kicked out of five high schools, you came to U.A. Your parents had given up on you. They decided to draw it up to you just being a bad kid. Telling you that you were completely not fixable.

Katsuki was a professor at U.A. High. It was full of rowdy, unpleasant teenagers. But you were one of the worst described students he'd seen for a while.

Your name was Kaden. On file, you have a constitution of fights, and your grades were horrendous. The fights got you expelled millions of times. Of course, you never opened up to anybody, never told them what was happening in that head of yours.

Now it was Katsuki's turn to try and help you. His face remained neutral as he was told about you. He tapped his pen against his desk gently as his assistant continued on about your records.

He leaned back slightly in his seat, eyes locked on his assistant, who continued to go over your records. After a few more moments of listening, he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"So they just... tossed him to the side, huh?" He muttered. He knew he had to prepare for quite the day tomorrow. The day he'd see you.