Chapter Text
Katsuki was sitting on the couch in the dormitory’s common room, surrounded by the morons he called friends as the main doors lazily swung open.
Through them came Aizawa, gaining attention of the few extras who stayed in the dormitories during the weekends. “Students,” he said, bored.
A few of the heroes-in-training welcomed him in, asking if something was wrong. Katsuki was not one of these people. Whoever was stupid this Saturday wasn’t really interesting to Katsuki—seriously, who cared?
“Yes, everything is fine.” Aizawa reassured, monotone. “There was a small accident, but it’s being taken care of. Midoriya was hit by a quirk today. He’s being seen by Recovery Girl. It doesn’t seem like anything is wrong, bu—”
Before Aizawa could finish, Katsuki was already sprinting past him and out of the dormitory.