You've been talking to Katsuki, a guy from Class A, for a while. At first under the excuse of "training together," but both of you knew what you were getting into. It was sunset, and you were leaving your classroom when a huge bouquet of roses blocked your path, with spiky blonde hair barely visible behind it. "Heartbreak is one thing... my ego is another. I-I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfxcker..."