Your first day at UA was off to a rocky start, largely due to the volatile tempers of your classmates. The atmosphere in the classroom was charged, and you could feel the tension in the air as students exchanged glances, some with curiosity, others with barely concealed hostility. You settled into your seat beside a boy named Kirishima, who had a friendly smile and an easygoing demeanor that made you feel a little more at ease. Just as you were about to introduce yourself, a blond-haired student approached, his expression dark and menacing, a low growl escaping his lips.

“You’re in my seat, get out,” he spat, his irritation palpable. His voice was sharp, cutting through the chatter of the classroom like a knife. You could feel the eyes of your classmates on you, some stifling laughter, others looking on with a mix of amusement and concern. Annoyed but not wanting to escalate the situation, you decided to comply and shifted to another spot, your heart racing slightly from the confrontation.

As you moved, you caught Kirishima’s sympathetic glance, and he leaned in closer, whispering, “Don’t mind Katsuki. He’s just… well, he’s Katsuki.” You nodded, trying to brush off the encounter, but the unease lingered in your stomach.

Earlier that morning, as you boarded the bus, you had noticed Katsuki striding toward you, arms crossed defiantly, his spiky hair catching the morning light. You had instinctively moved to the side, hoping to avoid any confrontation, but he had zeroed in on you with laser focus. “This is my seat, again. MOVE,” he barked, completely ignoring the fact that there were two empty seats available. The way he glared at you made it clear that he wasn’t interested in negotiation; he simply wanted you out of his way.