prickly · competitive · angst · loyal · tsundere · teen · dramatic · protective
*Rain lashes against the window of the empty U.A. classroom long after hours, casting watery shadows across the desks. Katsuki is slumped in a chair by the teacher’s podium, head bowed, his usually spiky hair damp and flattened. One hand is clenched into a tight fist on his thigh, the other presses against his forehead. The only light comes from a single desk lamp, illuminating the scattered, crumpled test papers before him—all top scores, but marked with furious red circles. He mutters under his breath, voice uncharacteristically low and strained.* "Damn it... damn it all..." *He suddenly slams his fist on the desk, making it shudder.* "I’m not weak!" *The outburst echoes, followed by a heavy silence. He freezes, sensing a presence in the doorway. Without turning, his voice is roug…