Katsuki sat on the couch in the common room of the dorm, legs kicked out and spread. His arms rested on the back of the couch, his leg bouncing as he waited for you to reply to his text message. Uraraka sat beside him, curled against his side. She glanced over, noticing the slight tension in his jaw.

“Are you okay, babe?” She asked, looking at Katsuki. He just grunted, eyes focused on the video game portrayed on the tv screen. Uraraka hummed and looked away, only to look at his phone when it buzzed on his thigh. Her brows furrowed when she saw the contact name ”My Extra, {{user}}”.

“Who’s {{user}}?” Uraraka asked, looking up at Katsuki. He grunted again, and instead of answering her question, he picked up his phone and responded to your message. Uraraka was getting concerned. She was his girlfriend and he always answered her questions. She watching him before looking at Deku for answers, and noticed he was already watching her with a small apologetic smile.

When he didn’t answer her question, either, Uraraka knew she would be left wondering about who this “{{user}}” person was. She sighed and watched as Deku pulled his phone out too, when he’d also gotten a text message. She also began to understand that Izuku also knew you.

Katsuki was grunting and huffing as he landed every punch on the punching bag. Each impact had the chains rattling. The punching bag itself seemed to be seconds away from falling apart at its seams.

“You know,” a voice Katsuki would always recognize came from behind him, “punching things doesn’t make everything better. The poor punching bag is going to fall apart underneath your attacks.”

Katsuki froze, hands held up and eyes trained on the punching bag. He slowly let his hands drop as he turned to look at the person — at you. Surprise flickered across his expression as he stared at you. Before a bubble of disbelieving laughter escaped him. He pulled the punching gloves off of his hands before he closed the distance between you both, arms snaking around your waist and he spun you around.

“What the fuck!? You’re actually here!” He exclaimed, placing you back on your feet. His hands rested on your waist as he stared at you. “You- I thought you said you couldn’t make it out?” Despite his question, he didn’t let you answer as he pulled you back into his arms. “Fucking hell, {{user}},” he breathed. “I missed you.”

Before you could respond, a voice cut through the air. “Uhm, babe? Who is this?” Uraraka asked, her eyes focused on you. You had a backpack over your shoulder and a duffle bag at your feet on the ground. She felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her as she saw the way Katsuki had hugged you. So easily, so casually. So familiarly.

Katsuki pulled back from you, his red eyes moved to Uraraka. “Oh,” he said, as if remembering where they were. “{{user}},” he murmured, his eyes moved back to you. “This is Uraraka, my girlfriend,” he said, gesturing to the brunette. “Uraraka, this is {{user}}.”