Koge sighed as she brought herself down to stand normally, the hot tingle of her lovers kiss lingering on her lips. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to instead rest on his chest, the loud sound of the five-minute warning bell interrupting their private moment. It was almost as if it were a teacher, catching the couple red handed, hidden away in a back corridor that led to a custodial closet. Disappointment swallowed the happiness Koge felt as her lover unhooked his arms from around her, his hands gripping onto her hips tightly in recognition that their time together was over. Still, she found it nearly impossible to pry her body from his, as she could sense the reluctance from him as well.

"Dang it… Well Katsuki, I guess break is over." Koge spoke quietly, bringing her hand up to caress Bakugou's cheek gently, ignoring the scowl on his face. Scoffing, he tightened his grip on her hips, turning his head to kiss her palm before pushing her back from him. "That's what the fucking bell means, Utsuro." At his push, Koge took a few steps back, giving him room to lean up off the wall. Smiling, her gaze moved to his chest, helping him adjust his uniform jacket with a tender touch. "That's okay, there's only one more class today. And I get to see you during that one, anyway."

Bakugou watched her as he allowed her to adjust his clothing. "You said we're going to some stupid close combat class right? With that teacher you're mentoring under?" Koge nodded, fixing the collar of his white shirt before taking her hands back to herself. "Yes. But I wasn't supposed to tell you," She brought a finger to her lips. "Stay hush about it, okay? I don't think the teachers would appreciate me giving away their plans. Mr. Eguchi made me promise that I wouldn't even tell you." A smirk crossed Bakugou's lips, gripping her by the arm to swing her around, pinning her up against the wall. Hands pressed into the cold white surface and arms trapping her in place, he leaned down to press his forehead into hers.

"Damn Utsuro, you're pretty fucking untrustworthy, going against your promise to your teacher. Should I be worried about that?" His fiery crimson glare sent heat rushing through Koge's body, her small hands gripping onto the sides of his jacket. "D-don't tease me like that, Katsuki. I'm not untrustworthy, it just… kind of slipped out when I saw you." A soft gasp left her lips as he leaned down to her neck, nibbling on the tender spot below her ear. "I-I don't like to keep things from you." Bakugou tilted his head back up to catch her lips in a quick, rough kiss before he pulled his entire body away, taking a step back from her. "Good. Let's keep it that way."

Koge pouted a bit as she glared up at him, that whole dominance show he just pulled making her horribly embarrassed. "Was that supposed to be a threat?" Bakugou hooked his arm around her shoulders, pulling her over to him to kiss her forehead before urging her along down the hall. "No. You know I trust you. I was just teasing." Koge huffed, hooking her arm around his back. "That's teasing? You're really bad at this stuff, you know." Arm still around her shoulder, he pinched her cheek, making her yelp and squirm in protest. "Shut up, Utsuro! You're the one that agreed to date me." Koge slapped his hand away from her face, giving a sigh. "Yeah, well, you have your sweet moments."

"What?!" Bakugou snapped at her, stopping them just before they rounded the corner that led out into the main hallway. "I'm always nice to you!" Koge smiled, pushing herself up on her toes to kiss him once more, hating that she was going to have to part from him. "Always, uh huh. Sure. I want that in writing, so that I can put a little asterisk next to it with a footnote of 'note, even the glares are loving'." Bakugou growled, giving her backside a good smack to force her forward and into the hallway, hissing between his teeth. "Stop teasing me, Utsuro! I do not glare at you!" Koge giggled, reaching back to fix her skirt as she turned to face him. "You are right now!"

"No I'm not! Go away, you're making me late to class!" He shoved his hands into his pockets, beginning to storm his way down the hall towards his classroom. Not wanting to leave him so grumpy, Koge ran after him and jumped up on his back, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before hopping off and starting down the opposite way. "Bye, Katsuki! I hope you're ready for me to kick your butt!" Face bright red, he glared at her over his shoulder. "We'll fucking see about that Utsuro! Bye!"

Giggling at his attempt to bid her farewell in a controlled manner, she waved at him before rounding a corner and leaving his sight. Fixing her own uniform jacket, she couldn't rid her face of a smile, her heart swelling with adoration for him. They may have only been dating for a few months at this point, but she found herself completely smitten with him. Growing up with him, she never thought that he'd see her as anything but the weird girl that liked boyish things and didn't even blink when he yelled at her. Koge may have loved him as a best friend before, but she already found herself loving him romantically as well. She had always told him he'd end up her first kiss, and that is exactly what ended up happening, along with many other situations that ended up being her first. There was no regrets, and she wouldn't trade a single moment she spent with him for anything.

Reaching her destination, she made sure her white hair was in place and presentable before she knocked on the door to her teachers office, knowing he preferred for her to meet him here first before they made their way to the training area. "It's open!" A cheery voice called to her from inside, and she slid the door open, glancing around. "Hello, Mr. Eguchi, sorry I'm a couple minutes late." Pulling the strap from a bag up over his head, the tall, thin man inside the room gave her a wide grin as he sat the bag down on his desk. "Koge! Oh no, you're not late at all, I'm the one running behind. Damned coffee shop didn't have my preferred barista working today, so they took forever to get my order down right."

Seijirou Eguchi, Pro Hero and teacher here at UA. Although he may have been young at the ripe age of twenty-seven, he had made a real name for himself as an expert in close combat, which is what he taught at the school. He had been Koge's idol from the instant he appeared in the public eye, not only catching villains as a hero typically does, but also opening a chain of close combat studios around the country to teach the basics to anyone who wanted to learn. Still, there were very few people who knew his real technique, and Koge had been determined to get him to take her under his wing. She never told a soul this, but getting to learn from him was one of the reasons she had wanted to come to UA in the first place. Being a hero was one thing, but her true passion was close combat and it had always been a dream of hers to teach it.

With a quirk like hers, she found that she was horribly restrained on what she could do with it. She had to learn how to fight hand to hand before she could even figure out how to implement her quirk. Thankfully, her mother had started her in martial arts when she was only five, after seeing the 'weak' quirk her daughter had been burdened with. Using the natural sodium in your body to make crystals wasn't exactly awe inspiring, so her mother's worry in learning how to fight without it had been justified, considering the chaotic world they lived in. It had actually been Bakugou who had encouraged her to learn how to use her quirk with her newly acquired skills through their child into teenage years. With his uncanny ability to be good at nearly anything he tried, he helped give her tips and train, which Koge was eternally grateful for. She knew she would never be where she was without him, and she needed to tell him this one day.

One reason why she admired Mr. Eguchi so much was that his quirk was very similar to hers, and yet he was very popular and powerful, typically never having to use his quirk for offense. He called his quirk Hard Scales, which is exactly what it sounded like. He could cover the majority of his body in incredibly hard scales which were nearly impossible to penetrate, with only a couple of larger ones on his arms that he could use to attack with. What inspired Koge the most was something he said in an interview once:

"You don't need a powerful quirk to learn how to fight effectively! Sure, some villains can't be stopped without the use of a strong offensive quirk, but the majority can easily be taken down with simple hand to hand. I don't have that, my quirk is all defense, so if I wanted to be a hero I had to learn something else! I mean, a villain can't attack you if you're fast enough to kick them in the back of the head and knock them out first, haha! So, seriously, if you want to be a hero, don't let having a defensive only quirk deter you from that. That's why I opened my studios and why I teach. Well, also, even people with powerful quirks need to be skilled in close combat, you know. That's what I want to teach each new generation, that you can't just rely on your quirks all the time. Sometimes you have to punch people in the face."

Koge took all of his teaching to heart, and now in her second year at UA, she had worked her way up to being his teaching assistant during a particular class period once a week. Not only that, but he had even decided to take her in as an apprentice to teach her his entire technique, something he very rarely did. In fact, she was only the third person so far he had ever chosen to teach directly. With him being her hero, her idol, Koge felt as if it were a dream come true. He was a bit eccentric, sure, but that didn't stop him from being a wonderful teacher. Except for the way his personality took a complete flop when he was training, saying that if she didn't want to get punched in the face then she should have moved faster. His harsh training methods were effective, however, and it was actually much like the way Bakugou trained with her.

Be better if you don't want to get hurt.

"Ah, that's unfortunate. Did they at least make it right for you?" Koge walked up to stand next to his desk, eyeing the coffee curiously. Seijirou nodded, reaching up to run his fingers through his mess of curly black hair, to attempt to get it out his face. As he did this, Koge noted that he just recently shaved the right side of his head, probably after she pointed out how it was getting long. She had never seen him with a full head of hair, the right side always being shaved down to no more than half an inch long. The left side he usually kept no longer than just above shoulder length, the feathery curly mess the bane of his existence, or so he always complained. Yet, he was too vain to do anything about it, finding that this hairstyle is what best suited his image and, well… his attractiveness.

"Yes, they did!" Shrugging off his nice leather jacket, he let it rest over the back of his office chair. "I got you one as well, though it's just the plain black coffee like you prefer." Carefully picking up the one she knew to be hers, she took a sip. "Thank you, I appreciate it." Seijirou gave an exaggerated grossed out expression, glowering down at her with reptilian orange eyes. "That's so nasty, just straight black coffee!" Koge gave a small shrug, drinking more as she found it warmed her core, not even realizing she had been cold. "It's better than all that sugar you get in yours, sir. I mean, you want it for the caffeine in the end, don't you?" Seijirou sighed, waving his hand in the air dismissively. "I do not get a bunch of sugar! Everything I have them use is non-fat and healthy options. I refuse to use anything but."

Koge brought a hand up to cover her mouth, always finding it difficult not to laugh at his snobbish delusions. She might admire him, and he was friendly, but sometimes he could be really stuck up. It was unknown to her if he did it on purpose, or if he was genuinely oblivious to the way he spoke about and referenced to things. "How you manage to stay so fit drinking two or three of those a day is beyond me, sir."

Seijirou gave a small shrug, opening up his bag to pull out some paperwork. "I think it's just my natural physique and high metabolism, dear." Koge couldn't help but stutter a small snort at this, gaining a cheeky grin from him. "Instead of picking on me, Koge, you should really go get ready. Class 1-A will be showing up to the training area in about fifteen minutes." Nodding, Koge gave him a respectful bow before making her way towards the door. "Yes, sir. I'll see you there."

"Oh, Koge!"

Stopping, she turned around to face him again, noticing that his demeanor had gotten quite serious, his reptilian pupils mere slits now. "I expect you to be serious. I know your boyfriend is in this class. No mercy."

Koge nodded, holding her arm up as if she were flexing her muscle. "Yes, sir. Katsuki, out of everyone, doesn't deserve mercy. He won't be showing me any, nor would he appreciate it if I showed it to him."

"As it should be. Now, go change into your hero costume and get ready to show these newbies what it means to be a second year and my pupil. Remember, I'll be grading you, too. No pressure."

"Yes, sir. No pressure."