Clicking my tongue, I arch a brow as I stare at the stack of paperwork resting on the coffee table in my apartment. Arching a small brow, confused on what it was, I set my keys down onto the side-table beside me and slip my shoes off. After tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and hanging my coat up on the peg nearby, I walk into the living room to assess the stack of paperwork that has suddenly occupied the space on my coffee table. A small wave of confusion crashing against me as I look around, trying to find Sakino at least.

I set my tote bag down, leaving the paperwork for another time and begin to just sort myself out before I worry about another thing. I pull out my notepad, full of today's notes and a big wad of past paper questions that my professor had handed to me ahead of the next mock test that's about to come my way. After placing them all on the dresser of my bedroom, telling myself to do revision cards on them later before I file them away into my notes folder.

Then, I pull out my bento box that originally had a little lunch inside due to me wanting to spend an extra two hours in lesson to work on some dishes. I set it down on the side, telling myself to wash it later or, if I'm feeling lucky, get Sakino to do it considering it's her turn to wash the dishes. My eyes rake over the apartment to make sure everything is alright before turning my attention back to the stack of paperwork.

It surely isn't my paperwork...

Curiosity claws at my stomach as I walk toward the paperwork and have a little cheeky flick through it. A small giggle leaving my lips as the little child in me is having a field day of snooping through some important documents. Something that I used to do as a child when my dad would leave documents about our farm animals lying around the house while he was on a phone call. While I lift each of the documents to assess it, I arch a brow.

Well these aren't Sakino's documents. They're not scripts. They're nothing to do with Sakino's work either.

As I take a further look through it, a small vibrant pink sticky note finally catches my attention. Eyebrows arch as I set the papers down and pick up the small sticky note to assess the words haphazardly scribbled onto it as quickly as the writer possibly could. My eyes almost widening as I read what the note says before biting my lip. Anxiety clawing at my stomach as I place the note on the top of the stack and run my fingers through my hair.

Hey (Y/n)!

Sorry for the sudden favour but I have no free time today despite Momo having a day off. This is really important paperwork that needs to go to Katsuki. If you could give it to him that would be great! Thank you!

Shoto

Cursing under my breath, I rest my hands on my hips and grab my phone. When I check the time, I nod to myself and send myself a small smile. Grabbing my hairbrush, I quickly run the bristles through my locks and make myself a bit more presentable for my boyfriend. I spray some perfume onto my person as well as freshening up on deodorant (due to sweating at an oven for the last five hours) before slipping my shoes back on.

Knowing that Katsuki is still teaching, I'm sure that he wouldn't mind having a lovely visit from his amazing girlfriend with paperwork. At least I wouldn't have to drive all the way to his place just to drop off paperwork! That would be a waste of time (although it would be worth it if I see Katsuki).

As I pick up the rather heavy pile of paperwork, I head back toward my car and set it down on the passenger seat beside me. Once buckled in and ready, I start the ignition and manoeuvre out of the apartment complex car park and drive down the road toward the gymnasiums dedicated to hero training outside the main campus. My eyes flitting to the paperwork every so often to make sure that it doesn't topple over and go everywhere which would make my life ten times harder.

Due to the sheer dexterity of the hero course at the college, the training halls for hero work had to be outside the campus so everyone is safe. You could not believe the amount of things that fly out of there! There's been shards of ice, debris, rocks... I think there's even been a wardrobe chucked out of the building once! It's insane but it's to keep the civilian - class students safe and make sure they don't get injured if any quirks malfunction during practice.

I've been to the training halls a couple of times during my four year degree here. Most of the time it's to spar against Kana or Kurva to help them strengthen their weak points when no one else will spar with them. We used to often eat our lunches there too. Sakino would be nibbling on her onigiri while Akari would be babbling on about who would win in a fight between Pikachu and Chargebolt. They were great times... they really were...

It's such a shame that Kana wanted to throw that all away over some dude that doesn't even like her back and isn't even interested in her!

But hey, that's her problem not mine.

As I drive up to the car park, I take a deep breath to psyche myself up for the amount of abuse that might be chucked my way. Not only would I have to deal with Kana but I'm sure there are plenty of girls in Katsuki's class that have a crush on him too. So not only do I have one Kana but I probably have like... a dozen of them to deal with. Which is like my nightmare.

Not the nightmare of my nightmares... that's something completely different and something that makes me drop...

But we won't go into that!

After giving myself a small mini pep talk in the rear view mirror, I push out of the drivers seat and pull out the paperwork with me. My ID card hanging from a lanyard swinging across my neck as I walk toward the front door of the gymnasium and press my ID against the keypad to allow me access into the hall. A giggle leaving my lips as it opens and I walk in.

Despite Katsuki being given the offer of only teaching at the university for a month or two, he managed to get himself a full time job as a professor at the university. However, professor made him sound old so he just opted for the title of teacher. He came in three days a week, helped the students with the practical side of their hero degree while another hero was in charge of their theory side. It raked in more cash for Katsuki and his PR department were singing his praises for giving himself a great image. Which is an added bonus.

As I walk into the training hall, I can't help but feel nervous. All the hero students were honing in on their quirks. Kurva was focusing on aerial attacks, her wings flapping through the air as she dives and then pushes herself up. Akari was training her quirk, camouflaging herself against the different surfaces that are made. Hakano stood working on her precision quirk, shooting at different targets with her guns and making sure it hit the bullseyes.

Then there was Kana.

Her blonde ringlets were pinned back into a high ponytail while she works on her strength quirk. The girl punching her way through a block of stone with a yell. The woman clad in a sports bra and matching shorts that hugged her thighs more than it should making my stomach twist uncomfortably while I clear my throat and look around.

How many other girls are dressing up like that to try and seduce my boyfriend?!

Before I could walk further, Akari notices my presence and squeals happily. The girl jumping down from her position and rushes over to give me a hug. Laughing gently, I set down the paperwork and accept her hug while she vibrates with excitement. The girl kissing my cheek as we rock back and forth in a small hug. The pair of us still contacted each other every time and again to make sure we were both okay. Just texting. After all, Akari didn't do anything wrong and I shouldn't put her in the same boat as Kana.

"What are you even doing here?" She asks gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as I turn back toward the documents and pick them up with a small hum, "We haven't seen you in ages!"

"Oh my god, no wonder I could smell loser," Kana speaks up, cursing under her breath as her eyes fall on me. The girl pulling away from the rock to walk toward me while I send her a glare. If I didn't know any better, I would say she was showing off, "This is the big girl's club, (Y/n). You couldn't even handle this shit,"

"And you know your insults are worse than a twelve year olds? Did you get inspiration from your cousin again?" I ask arching a brow before I turn my attention toward Akari who's eyes shimmer excitedly at my attention, "Can you tell me where Dynamight is please?"

"Oh! Yeah, he's over —"

"Why do you want to see Dynamight? He's working with us heroes," Kana hisses, watching as I roll my eyes and shake my head, just wanting this nightmare to end, "He doesn't have time for scum like you,"

"If he's got time for trash like you, Kana, then I'm sure he's got time for me," I reply, looking toward Akari who rubs the back of her neck, "So where is he? He's still teaching,"

"He's just over —"

"(Y/n)! Why are you here?" Kana rudely interrupts making me curse under my breath and shake my head, "You shouldn't even be here! You're ruining my training,"

"You were the one who came over, I didn't do shit," I tell her simply, ignoring her scoff and her frown while I send Akari a reassuring smile, "Now please let Akari tell me where Dynamight is,"

"He's over there," Akari finishes, thankfully, and points toward the other side of the hall making me thank my lucky stars. The girl watching as I wink toward her to say thank you while head in toward there, "Need any help?"

"Nah; I'll be okay," I reassure her as I walk through the sidelines toward where my boyfriend is. A faint smile on my lips when I finally lay my eyes on him, "There he is,"

The sheer different between Katsuki in hero uniform and Katsuki in civilian clothes is just intoxicating. He's so gorgeous in his hero outfit and it just fits his shape perfectly. It just makes me want to rip it all of him and have my fair share of Katsuki Bakugo. Show all those needy and horny bitches that Katsuki is my boyfriend and that he's not interested in girls that try too hard to get a guy.

There he is though, helping one of his students with his quirk. The student listening to every word, every critique that Katsuki is giving him with a real sense of excitement radiating off him. The blonde smiling when his student nods and goes back to training, taking on the constructive criticism to show off and show his teacher that he can do better than what he showed just earlier.

It's amazing what Katsuki brings out in people...

As Katsuki pulls away from his student, his eyes fall on me and he's immediately grinning from cheek to cheek. The blonde jumps down from the ledge and runs his fingers through his hair before bending down and pressing a kiss against my lips making me giggle. The pair of us smiling between each other and appreciating the soft moment before I shake the paperwork stack.

"What's this for?" He asks arching a brow as I set it down on one of the side benches and relax. The blonde reading the sticky note and nodding when he finally understands, "Oh, I see. Thank you, Baby Face,"

"You're welcome," I tell him gently, sending him a weak smile before laughing as he pulls me into his arms and kisses my cheek. Wanting to lavish in the attention, I wrap my arms around his neck, "How's your day been so far?"

"So tedious. You have no idea the amount of girls wearing sports bras today and they're all trying to bend over and shit," Katsuki grumbles making me snort and pat his back as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck, "Like, I'm not interested. Fuck off,"

"Oh I know," I hum with a laugh, kissing his forehead as he rests his cheek against my shoulders, "Such a pa —"

"Excuse me? What the fuck are you doing?" Kana pipes up catching the attention of everyone in the class making the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, "Dynamight is teaching, get your whore hands off him,"

"That's not very plus ultra now is it?" I muse gently, arching a brow toward the girl as she narrows her eyes and watches as I slowly pull away from my boyfriend, "I thought heroes were supposed to help and care for everyone... I guess you missed the memo,"

"I don't care for you," She hisses rolling her eyes as she watches me lean into Katsuki's side like it's nothing. The girl scoffing and growling through gritted teeth, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"That's enough, Kana," Katsuki says looking toward her as he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me close. The male kissing my temple as Kana narrows her eyes, "Unless you want to be let off early, I suggest you stop and get back on with your quirk,"

"Why are you defending her? She's a piece of shit," Kana tells him making me sigh to myself and shake my head. A small curse word leaving my lips as I look toward Katsuki, "She's nothing! She couldn't even handle a fucking kni —"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you," I cut her off, venom lacing my words as I dig my nails into my palms. My heart beating a mile a minute as she purposefully brings up something that triggers my anxiety and my PTSD. Clearing my throat, I look toward Katsuki who stares at me worried, "I'm heading to my car,"

"Alright, I'll come with you," Katsuki tells me gently, kissing my forehead softly before clearing his throat and looking to his class, "You are all coming to class tomorrow at half eight! You can thank Kana for that! And maybe I'll add in some other pros to come join to kick all your asses!"

"What?! Wow! Thanks Kana!" Everyone grumbles staring toward the curly haired blonde who scoffs and goes to say something to Katsuki but he's already pushing away from everyone with me close by his side.

As soon as we're out of the training hall, Katsuki sits me down in the driving seat of my car and holds my shaking hands as I take a deep breath. His ruby red eyes grounding me as I squeeze his hands and scrunch my eyes shut. A small sigh leaving my lips as I get flashes of a knife being held up ready to come down on me before I open my eyes and look back toward my boyfriend. The blonde sends me a reassuring smile and kisses my forehead as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek with a small sigh.

Katsuki rocks me back and forth, muttering soft words in my ear as I try to get over my little attack. My heart hammering against my ribs as I dig my nails into his back and grab fistfuls of his shirt. His hands rub circles on my hips before he presses a faint kiss to my lips, smiling as I kiss back and slowly come back down to earth. Anxiety already settling in for when I fall asleep tonight.

"I'll deal with her, don't worry," Katsuki mumbles making me nod gently and sigh to myself while fiddling with his flaxen locks, "Hey, you want to come over for dinner tonight? Maybe I can make you that dish I showed you last night?"

"That sounds great," I hum, kissing his cheek and pulling him tightly to my body to ground myself, "Hey... can I stay the night tonight? Please?..."

"Of course you can, you don't have to ask you idiot," He chuckles, kissing my forehead before heading toward the passenger seat of the car after collecting his paperwork and setting it in the trunk of the car, "You have clothes at my apartment anyway so it's fine, it'll be fun,"

"Thanks Kat," I hum, squeezing his hand before running my fingers through my hair and look toward him as he grins making me giggle and arch a brow, "What?"

"Do you wanna watch the All Might documentary?"...

"You're seriously not going to stop asking until I say yes, are you?"...

"What? It's a great documentary!"...