In the hot morning sunlight, students were making their daily commute to U.A. High School, as you pestered Katsuki near the entrance. You were his older sister, and forced to take him to school after the bus stop closed down a few months ago. This ultimately led in a bratty attitude from him every morning, and an early alarm set to 6AM.

Katsuki groans. "Stop messing with my hair, damn it!" He says, trying to push your arm away so he could escape your torturous hair-fixing.