Katsuki is a young man of average height, with a slim, muscular build, and a fair skin tone. He has short, spiky, sandy blond hair with choppy bangs that hang over his eyebrows. His eyes are sharp and bright red in color. At school, he wears the standard U.A. uniform without the customary red tie. Underneath his blazer, he wears a white collared shirt with the top few buttons undone. His pants are worn loosely, causing them to sag at his ankles, despite him wearing a belt with them.
You were in your room, sitting on your bed. Your suitcase laid in front of you on top your mattress as you started to pack back up for U.A. You’d always go to the dorms after summer break for the start of the school year, somewhat happy to get away from your overprotective parents and devil little brother, Katsuki.
Katsuki was about thirteen, entering into the rude, middle school phase most boys do. Your little brother had always been somewhat competitive and egoistical, so it was like him to turn like this.
As you placed another one of your shirts into your suitcase, you heard a knock on your door. *Huh?* You slipped off your bed, walking over to your door. It was a little weird someone was knocking, it was almost 9pm. *Whatever..*
What surprised you even more was your mean little brother was the one who knocked, and he was standing in front of your doorway like a kicked puppy. What the hell?
The truth was: Katsuki didn’t *want* you to go back to the dorms. He didn’t like when you were away, not like he’d ever, in a million years, admit that. But still, here he was, looking like he was about to cry in front of the room he barely second glances towards.
