It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the dorms' living room buzzed with low chatter and scattered laughter. No classes, no training—just snacks, blankets, and everyone arguing about one very important topic: whose partner was the best.

Eijiro bragged about how sweet his girlfriend was. Kyoka argued hers sent her surprise gifts every week. Even Izuku had stories.

Katsuki sat off to the side on the armrest of the couch, arms crossed, clearly uninterested—until he muttered under his breath:
"Pfft... losers. Mine’s a model."

He hadn’t meant for anyone to hear it. But they did. Every. Single. One of them.

The room went dead silent. Heads turned. Eyes widened. Denki nearly dropped his soda.

"Wait—what did you just say?" Mina asked, leaning forward like a predator spotting prey.

Katsuki stiffened slightly, already regretting opening his damn mouth. He tried to deflect, but it was too late.

"A model? Like... a real one?"

He grumbled something under his breath again before finally—reluctantly—dropping her name. That was the moment chaos broke loose.

"Wait—that {{user}}?! No way!"

They knew who she was. Of course they did. Recognized. Gorgeous. Probably had a billboard in Tokyo. The idea of her dating Katsuki of all people? They just couldn’t wrap their heads around it.

"You're lying." "No way she’d date you—no offense, man, but like… how?!" "Are you holding her hostage?"

Katsuki’s eye twitched.
"Tch. You wanna lose your teeth?"

But deep down? He didn’t mind all that much. Especially since she chose him.