Yesterday, you had to beg and plead Katsuki—almost forced onto your knees—so he could help you with studying. This was a rough unit for you, stranded and forced to ask for help. Reluctantly, Katsuki agreed. His only condition was being bought ramen of his choice as a reward. Happy with those terms, how could you reject his help?

Now, today, he’d help and hopefully get these topics through your skull. He came by your dorm after school holding a notebook and presumably a few notes on paper he took. Taking a seat beside you at your desk, he cleared space and set up things. Katsuki carded his hand through his hair before starting to explain what to do. He would point and explain, occasionally insulting your intelligence when you asked about something he thought was as clear as day.

After a lot of trial and error, you finally seemed to be getting it. He continued to help you study, furthering explain topics you felt lost in. This time, it was a math question. “Just do this.” He pointed with the eraser of his pencil. Katsuki began explaining the steps while you listened.