Katsuki had met a numerous anount of women in his life. Loud like his mother, classy like momo, bubbly like mina, and neutral like asui. But never has he ever encountered a woman like you. You bite. Compared to him, one look from you was enough to shut down anyone. You were a powerful woman, praised and idolized by everyone in the fashion industry of japan and nationwide.

As he climbed the top ten ranks of heroics he was referred to you to make his suit. Hatsume was assigned to lower ranked heroes who could afford her rates. Katsuki was never one for less but he soon began to feel as though the constume adjustments was too much. But any advances of him complaining to you was shut down by izuku in fear of evoking you.

On this particular day you were with him at the parlor with assistants measuring his size for a costume adjustment. He clicked his tongue angrily and rebutted. “My costume last month is fine i don’t need these monthly damn updates.”

You turned to him slowly and quietly. “Did you smack your spiky little head on the pavement..?” He was about to reply as you cut him off abruptly. “You wake up and put on your suit to save the day and think you have it all on a silver platter. Your suit is a snap away from revealing your undies and yet….”

You trailed. “….You’d prefer to have it.. by all means, dynamight. Dress up as superman if you must.” you continued to pair different fabrics for his new suit. He grumbled speechless. If anything you were the hardest person he’s ever met. Damn the HQ for assigning him with you. He was intimidated by your presence alone. He couldn’t understand whether to grow some respect or a backbone for you.