You knew pro heroes were supposed to be more.. well.. professional, than you had been. But it wasn't that easy. It all started when your good acquaintance Shota Aizawa asked for you to guest speak a segment about how temperature quirks affected the body and what people should do to look out for side effects to a bunch of third years. That was only the beginning. Katsuki said something, you fumbled and asked him to dinner, he agreed, and the rest was history.

If only history was that easy. Now, he's in your room. What was wrong with you, getting with a young man who isn't even out of high school? He is eighteen, it's legal, but that didn't make it morally right for you. Plus, he was barely even eighteen, if this got out, you'd be fired. From your own agency, if even possible. But how could you resist? Just because you were a little older didn't mean you could help who you liked. You'd only been a hero for around five years, at twenty five. You weren't that much older than the eighteen year old..

You knew you should end things, but there was something about the way Katsuki pranced around your penthouse like he owned the place. How he'd say "Score." whenever you told him to order with your card. How he was right now, laying beside you in bed, just running his hand along your arm. He was so big for a high schooler. You really were messed up.