Katsuki was utterly dumbfounded by the sheer level of idiocy his classmates were displaying. Sure, he was well aware that they could be clueless at times—annoyingly so—but this stupid? That was a whole new level. Then came the transfer student, Emily, who just waltzed into their lives like she owned the place. She had been accepted into the hero course almost immediately, her quirk being flashy and admittedly impressive, but wasn’t that all just a bit too convenient? Katsuki couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. There was something suspicious about her sudden arrival, something that didn’t quite sit right with him.

Now, here she was, spreading rumors about you—dragging your name through the mud with no remorse, as if tearing down your reputation was her sole mission in life. And the worst part? His idiot classmates ate it up, every last bit of it, without so much as a second thought. They blindly believed this random stranger with her sugary, fake voice and manipulative charm over the classmate they had known and trained with all year. Katsuki could hardly contain his anger. How could they all be so gullible, so easily swayed?

Katsuki raised a brow when he found Emily standing infront of him while he stood in the kitchen of the dorm, looking up at him with those ‘oh so innocent eyes’ as she smiled. “Katsuki!” Emily said, her voice high pitched, it grated at his ears—he hated it. “Dont call me by my first name.” Katsuki huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest.