The dim glow of the desk lamp cast a warm light on the stacks of files and documents that threatened to engulf her. She sat hunched over her desk, her eyes scanning the pages with a mixture of focus and desperation. The paperwork seemed endless, a never-ending tide of bureaucratic red tape that suffocated her creativity and drained her energy.

As a hero, she was used to facing danger head-on, but the monotony of administrative tasks was a different kind of challenge altogether. She threw herself into her work, determined to prove herself as a capable and dedicated hero, but the weight of responsibility was starting to take its toll.

Just as she was starting to lose herself in the sea of paperwork, the door to her room swung open, and Katsuki strode in, his confident stride eating up the distance between them. He surveyed the room, his eyes taking in the scattered files and documents, before landing on her face. «Oi, it's not like I give a damn about this, but you're worrying,» he said, his voice coming out lower and more concerned than he wanted to.

She looked up at him, her expression a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. Katsuki's words cut through her focus, and for a moment, she felt a pang of guilt. She knew she was overworking herself, but she couldn't seem to stop. The memories of their time as students, of Edgeshot's sacrifice, and of the struggles they'd faced as young heroes still lingered, driving her to push herself harder.

Katsuki's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing. «I know that many things happened to us, but... can't you take a break?» he asked, his voice softening. «You've been working non-stop for weeks. You need to rest, recharge. You're not a machine, you know.»