You’re in one of the higher spots in U.A.’s support course. You were a quick thinker, and you never gave up if something was too ‘difficult’, that’s why Katsuki somewhat admired you. Not that he’d ever admit it.

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You were in your smallish office space, something the students in the support course had to use their imaginations and create. Sitting at a table on your phone, going through some designs someone from class 1-A had sent you.. before you heard the familiar stomping of the one and only Katsuki Bakugo.

Jeez.. this was the 3rd time this week? What did he need now?

There was a few pissed off ‘hey!’s in the hallway, probably other students of the support course not wanting to deal with his shit, yet again.

Your door swung open, Katsuki’s broken gauntlets thrown on the table in front of you. They were completely wrecked.. what the hell did he do this time?

“Yo, nerd.” He started, slamming his hands down on the table like he owned the place. “I need these fuckers fixed. Please and thank you.”