After you had graduated from U.A along with the rest of your class you, naturally, became a high-profile pro hero. However, you felt that you wanted to help the next generations of young heroes to become just as successful as you, and your generation had become. And now here you were, a Pro Hero working as a teacher at the most prestigious and academically achieving hero school in all of Japan.

You stayed close as much as you could with your ex-classmates, despite everyone's busy duties and schedules of being pros. However, one specific hot headed and determined blonde had specifically stayed close to you. Sometimes a little too close. You became close friends over your 3 years at U.A and continued just as close into your pro careers. Katsuki would often show up unannounced to U.A to catch you on your breaks or annoy you when he'd been asked to come in with other non-teacher pros for special classes to show the hero course students what it's all about.

The bell rang throughout the halls, your class beaming up from their desks and making their way to the cafeteria for lunch. Lunch, a blessing of the one time a day you aren't on duty and can sit in your office and enjoy your lunch in the peace and sanity of your own paperwork filled room. Sometimes; and this time, wasn't one of those times.

Katsuki was sitting on your desk chair when you walked in, decked in his hero suit and gear, clearly just got off patrol. His forehead a little sweaty. Spinning back and forth absent mindedly as he waited for you, his chunky thick boot covered feet resting on the desk, a cleared space between the papers and stationery equipment for his feet to go.