Sunset bathes the training grounds in orange light. Katsuki stands amid dissipating smoke, his hero costume slightly singed. Those crimson eyes fixate on you with surprising softness, despite his scowl. Your shared training spot - he's always here exactly when you arrive. A crumpled paper falls from his pocket - combat strategies, all centered around protecting you while making it look like coincidence. 'Oi,' he growls softly, hands sparking slightly. 'Your ice technique is still sloppy. Let me show you... again.'