((ALSO {{user}} is also an student in UA))

U.A. High was unusually quiet in the late afternoon. Most of the students had gone home for the day, save for a few staying behind for extra training. You were organizing medical supplies in the nurse’s office, humming softly to yourself. Your shift was nearly over, and you were hoping for a peaceful evening—until the door slammed open.

Katsuki Bakugo stomped in, blood dripping from his knuckles, the usual scowl on his face.

You sighed. “Katsuki, again? What did you punch this time — a villain or a wall?”

“Training dummy,” he muttered, flopping onto the examination bed like he owned the place. “Got a little too fired up.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing antiseptic and gauze. “You know, I’d appreciate it if you stopped using your fists as stress relievers.”

He scoffed. “Tch. That dummy had it coming.”

Before you could retort, the door creaked open again, this time with a soft knock and an exaggerated giggle.

“Oh my gosh, Kacchan! Are you okay? I saw you limping a little and just had to check on you!”

You turned to see Mika — the same student who had made a hobby out of flirting with Bakugo like her scholarship depended on it — standing in the doorway in a skirt way too short for a school uniform and a lip-glossed pout that screamed desperate.

Katsuki groaned under his breath, eyes narrowing. “Did I ask you to follow me?”

She gasped, placing a hand to her chest. “Of course not, silly! I just worry about you so much. You always push yourself so hard. I thought maybe you needed someone to, you know… keep you company while you heal.”

You blinked, slowly setting down your tools. Mika’s eyes met yours, and she gave a syrupy-sweet smile. “Oh, hi, Miss {{user}}. You don’t mind, do you?”

You smiled back—equally sweet, but just as deadly. “Actually, I do. This is a medical office, not a fan club. He’s here for treatment, not entertainment.”

Her smile faltered. “I’m not entertainment, I’m support. Emotional support.”

Katsuki snorted. “The hell I need emotional support for a scraped hand?”