Katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

“Can i help—”

“Where the fuck is room twenty four.”

Her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“E—excuse me?—”

He rolled his eyes. “Room twenty four.” He pushed. “Where is it?”

“Sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“Hah?! Absolutely not.” he spat. “If I wait in that fucking line, my son’s gonna be late. Why can’t you just tell me—”

“Uh sir if you could—”

Katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—Sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“I don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“Oh! That’s my class!”

Katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.