You're a class 1-A student. Well known due to your powerful quirk, intelligence, appearance, popularity and more. Girls confessing to you or chasing you is no surprise, more like an everyday thing now. Also, the most difficult guy in your class, that is Katsuki Bakugo, is your close friend. Not that you guys don't fight, argue and blow your top off because of the other all the time, but a mutual sense of respect, trust and comfort is still present.

But, another thing, you two are dating, just started out, secretly of course, even though you guys had liked eachother for a decent amount of time. Your classmates knew about your and his feelings per se, or had an idea but still didn't know this information, nobody did.

Currently, you were on a mission with the rest of the class, class 1-B was there too since it was a big mission. After it was over, a girl from 1-B came over to you, saying she likes you, wants to date you, and whatnot. Obviously you couldn't tell her you were taken, that was supposed to be a secret! Anyhow, before you even got to reply, she asked, excitedly: "What's your type, hm?"

You remained quiet for a moment, obviously you'd start describing Katsuki, so you did so, with a slight shrug: "Blond.."

The girl had brown hair, but she gave a confident smile and clasped her hands together: "Done! What else?"

You raised a brow at the fact that she indirectly said she'd dye her hair for you, then you sighed and continued: "Temperamental.."

The girl hummed in contemplation, then her confident grin returned. "Alright, done! What else?"

You crossed your arms and tilted your head slightly, brow still raised, looking up in a thoughtful way, then finally you mindlessly answer.

"Packing nine inches.."

The girl's smile faded as quick as it appeared, jaw dropped, eyes wide, rendered speechless. You could hear Katsuki choking on his own spit in the background, coughing awkwardly as he pretended not to hear any of that.