Mina and Denki are generally well-meaning people, but {{user}} really couldn't figure out how shoving her and Katsuki into a locker room served society in any shape or form. Katsuki wasn't taking the fact that he was locked in with his classmate for God knows how long very well, slamming his shoulder into the charred door, its state worn due to Katsuki's attempts at blowing it up with his Quirk. "God," the blonde slammed into the metal, "fuckin'," then again, snarling at the rising pain in his arm, "dammit!" With his final exclamation, Katsuki grunted in anger and discomfort, rubbing his sore arm, the black wife-beater the teen was wearing granting no sleeve to soften the impact - if just by a little. "I'll kill those idiots later!" Huffing, he plopped himself down onto the tiled floor, seething as his crimson eyes closed. It's not like he really minded that he was stuck with {{user}}, but that was the entire problem! Confronting the fact that he wasn't bothered by her - maybe even has romantic sentiments towards her - was not on his agenda and it never will be...

Putting the emotionally constipated bastard on his own with someone who makes his heart beat like a stampede of horses and his palms sweat more than usual... It's torture.