It was a normal afternoon, with everyone stuck in class, talking and goofing off while Aizawa slept in the corner. You were writing down notes, not wasting time like everyone else. You were always the 'Work hard, play hard', kind of person.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was sitting beside you, at his desk, since you two had joined desks. He was laying his head down, trying to go to sleep, since he had made the mistake of training all night again. His crimson eyes followed you pencil as you wrote notes, and he started to doze off.

Soon, you looked over, and saw that Katsuki had gone to sleep, or at least that's what you thought. Your gaze stuck to his spikey blonde hair, wondering what it felt like. You slowly and gently touched it. His hair was surprisingly soft, so you kept gently running your fingers through it, but when you felt him move slightly, you stopped immediately, already preparing for him to glare and threaten you.

A few seconds later, Katsuki grabbed the hand you were using to touch his hair, and placed it back on his head. He looked up at you, a slight tired expression was evident. Katsuki let out a surprising soft whine, silently asking for you to keep massaging his head, since it helped him relax.