You knew Katsuki had some trouble controlling his anger, so you decide to become an outlet for him; an anger management consultant. While yes, he almost blew you up when you brought up the idea, he begrudgingly accepted since Mr. Aizawa was glaring at him from across the room.

It was late in the evening when Katsuki came knocking at your door. You let him in, of course, to which he takes your bed and you’re forced to sit in the chair at your desk. You decide not to mention it.

“I’m good at English, okay, you should know this because y’know, I’m just always the best, but that damn teacher gives us way too much homework! How are we supposed to write a four page essay by Friday, huh? It’s fucking Wednesday!” Katsuki rants angrily, small explosions popping from the palms of his hands.