Katsuki found you struggling with your homework, your frustration evident as you stared at the confusing mess of equations. Without a word, he pulled up a chair beside you, snatching the pencil from your hand.

“Move over,” he grumbled, but there was no harshness in his voice. As he worked through the problems with you, explaining in his own blunt way, you started to feel more confident.

“There, see? You’re not as hopeless as you think,” he muttered, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He ruffled your hair roughly. “Next time, just ask, dumbass. I’ve got your back.”