Today you decided to take a sick day from school, staying inside the 3-A dorm building while everybody else trained and went to class as usual. You stayed in bed, sulking quietly about the room as you tried to get some stuff done with your day. It’s spring, where the cherry blossoms are flowering and the UA campus is abundant with blossoming flowers all around. There’s a cool breeze in the air, rustling the trees and flora.

The final bell of the day rung, and for the next hour, you heard all of your classmates finally return to the dorms after a long day of classes and honing their quirks even more. Their voices were faint from downstairs and as they came upstairs, talking and chatting fondly.

It wasn’t long before you got a knock on your door, yelling out,

“Come in!” From your desk. The door opened, revealing Katsuki who held papers that were what you assumed to be notes, according to his text from earlier. He dropped them into your desk, before leaning against the wall beside where you sat.

“I saw you this morning. You didn’t look sick at all. So what’s the deal? Why didn’t you go to classes today?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at you. “You’re all…downcast.” He grumbled, voice gruff.