When someone bumped into her chair, Ochako's pencil scraped across the paper. She swore viciously, fighting the urge to throw her pencil across the room by gripping it tighter. Jerking upright, she spun around to face whoever had messed her up and snapped, "Watch where you're-"

Only to find Katsuki staring down at her.

Ochako clamped her mouth shut. Her anger fizzled until she felt silly for snapping. She shouldn't have been trying to work on her traditional drawings in public. Digital was much easier outside of class or apartment, but she had forgot her tablet and had her notepad on her. Needing a break from her art history essay, she'd switched to one of her old sketches to clear her mind. It always helped jumpstart her brain when the monotony got to her.

"Well?" Ochako prompted.

"Well what?"

She let out a sigh. "Are you always like this?"

Katsuki furrowed his brow. "Like what?"

"Like an ass," Ochako teased.

"Whatever. My bad."

That was probably as good as she was going to get. He might've said more, but she thought he kind of looked distracted. His eyes strayed from her face to the sketchbook, examining the half-finished drawing with a critical eye. Of course, he didn't really know what he was looking at. Katsuki wasn't an artist. He wouldn't have an idea about what she was working on or trying to accomplish here. To him, like anyone else with an untrained eye, art was either good or it was bad. Ochako had been that way in the beginning.

"What are you drawing?" Katsuki finally asked.

Ochako twisted around, resting her arm on the back of the chair. "What does it look like?"

Katsuki used his fingertips to slide the notebook closer to him and wrinkled his nose. "Looks like you're wasting your time drawing De- Izuku."

A smile appeared at Ochako's lips and he frowned further. Despite Katsuki's irritation at Izuku referring to him by a childhood nickname, he spent an equally amount of time struggling not to do the same. How long had it been since they had called each other by their actual names? Whatever the history between them, Izuku had decided not to elaborate on it, for whatever reasons. It was in the past, as far as he was concerned, and not as bad as Shouto feared. Izuku was a classic downplayer. When he shattered his wrist, he insisted it wasn't a big deal while they waited in the ER. Shouto had looked ready to burn down the place if they weren't called back soon.

"It's not a waste of time," Ochako replied sharply. She pulled the sketchbook back in front of her. "He's a great subject actually. Once he gets in a spot, if he's focused on something, he won't move for hours."

Before drawing any of her friends, Ochako always asked them if they were comfortable with it. Some weren't while others were flattered. Izuku blushed so much when she first asked, muttering that he was average and wouldn't give her much material to work with. By the time they became roommates, Ochako had nearly filled up an entire book of sketches filled with him. Sure, part of it had been due to the minor crush she'd developed on him, but also there was something about him that drew the eye.

"He should've been the model for your class then," Katsuki griped.

"Don't worry; you're a good subject too." Ochako stung her tongue out. He scoffed and looked away from her as he hiked his backpack strap higher on his shoulder. "Besides, he wouldn't survive without dying of embarrassment. He'd heat up the whole room with his blushing."

Katsuki smirked. "Well, not everyone has the body or confidence for something like that."

"Oh, Izuku has the body," Ochako quipped airily, turning her back to him. "There's a reason I draw him so much."

It took so much strength not to smile, but she refrained as she put up art supplies. For however much he was a nerd, Izuku was attractive. Plus, he was a lot more in shape than the clothes he wore suggested. He still hid himself at times, but his confidence was much better these days.

Just as she predicted, Katsuki tensed up, a terse "tch" slipping between his gritted teeth. Instead of storming off, he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, dropping his backpack on the floor. Ochako glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. Maybe he had homework to do and the other tables in the common area were taken? When she looked around, only a few other people occupied the room. It would get busy later, but for now, it was really just them.

He chose to sit next to her.

"Can I…?" Katsuki cleared his throat. "Can I see your stuff?"

Ochako blinked. "Your stuff?"

"Yeah, your art." A light dusting of blush covered his cheeks. He worked his jaw briefly, forcing the blush to go away through sheer willpower alone. "I mean, you're drawing me twice a week, so I wanna see how good you are."

"You just want to make sure I'm drawing you proportionally correct," Ochako joked.

"I don't typically show off these goods for nothing, you know," Katsuki shot back.

She propped her elbows on the table and threaded her fingers together to create a place where she could cradle her chin. "That's why Professor Kayama is paying you. She's gotta make it worth your while." As Katsuki blustered through an attempt to argue, Ochako giggled. "All you have to do is say you're curious. Don't worry; you won't come of as self-absorbed. It's understandable. You've never had someone draw you before, have you?"

"My friends aren't exactly the artistic type," Katsuki muttered. She liked his roommates, but he was right. Art did not seem to be any of their things.

Picking up her backpack and setting it on the table, Ochako carefully pulled out the sketchbook she currently used for the life drawing class. She went through a lot during the school year. Plus, she chose a few of her favorites to work on at home for fun. Her art evolved every day, changing a little further as she progressed and learned more. It wasn't always noticeable until they reviewed their work throughout the entire semester. For the last final Ochako had with her, Professor Kayama had them rework their piece from the first class.

Katsuki stared at the sketchbook intensely as he leafed through it. Some of them didn't look like much of anything. One could only do so much with a minute or even five to work with. To someone who didn't know art, they paled in comparison to the more detailed drawings. Time was either an artist's best friend or enemy. She could sketch and doodle here and there when she had time, but going back to a drawing hours later could change an entire piece. She was no longer in the same mindset as before. She might not even be inspired. Even if he couldn't, she could pick out the sketches where she hadn't been in the mood.

"You're really good."

Ochako snorted. "I hope so. It's only my major."

"No, I mean-" Katsuki paused to look up and glower at her. "Ass. You know what I meant."

She did, but that didn't stop her from giggling. "Thanks."

"I don't know much about art," Katsuki admitted. Yeah, she kind of figured that out already. "It's never been my thing. I did art in school, but only because it was required. Deku loved it, but he was absolutely atrocious. I knew it wasn't going to be something I did."

"My parents used to buy me art supplies when they were on discount." Ochako smiled fondly at the memory. They were her favorite presents. Sometimes, they even took her to the bargain section and let her pick out something to get, be it a new pen or another sketchbook. Her favorite growing up was definitely painting, even if she didn't do it as much anymore. "Granted, I think it was more because art was a great way to distract me and keep me from getting out of trouble while they worked since I was at their office a lot."

Katsuki shrugged. "Turned out well enough. You've got a talent for this."

"It didn't come naturally; I can assure you," Ochako said as she took the sketchbook back. "You should've seen me in my anime drawing phase."

"What?"

She blew a raspberry. "I say that like I'm out of it." Katsuki ogled her. She smirked. "I work at a coffee shop on campus. How else do you think I can afford these nice art supplies?" Okay, so he didn't know they were nice, but she did. They weren't on the same level as the ones Shouto bought for his one art class. She had drooled over those, to the point where he offered to give them to her after the semester was over. "Anime art commissions pay well, thank you very much."

"That's the weirdest fucking thing I've heard all year," Katsuki stated flatly, "and I live with Denki. He's got some weird interests."

"Do I want to know?" Ochako asked curiously.

Katsuki shook his head. "Trust me. You don't."

Sometimes, it was hard to tell whether or not Katsuki actually liked his roommates, but comments like this helped her know that he did. Likely if he didn't, he wouldn't have stood for anything weird and would've moved out. The fact that he tolerated them spoke volumes, if only because she could tell it was more. Annoying and weird as they could be, he liked them, even if he didn't admit it out loud. What a silly guy. It was weirder that he was like this. After all, it was normal to admit when you liked your friends and had them.

At that moment, Ochako's stomach took a sharp turn and growled very loudly. "Oh, I forgot to eat lunch."

"How the hell do you forget to eat lunch?" Katsuki demanded.

"You don't bring money with you and don't want to walk back home to eat?"

Katsuki shook his head and stood. "C'mon then. That burger joint right off campus just opened up last week."

Ochako furrowed her brow, but slowly arose from her seat as well. "Did you not hear the part where I said I didn't have any money on me?"

"I'll cover you," Katsuki stated as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. Like it was nothing.

"Eh?" Ochako's brain caught up with her. "Oh, no, you don't have to do that! I don't want you to spend money on me. It's not..."

"It's fast food," Katsuki scoffed. "You ain't gonna break my bank." He clearly did not know how much she was capable of eating, especially after skipping a meal. She could stick to the dollar menu. "C'mon, Angel Face, you're not the only one hungry. I just got back from the gym. I'm fucking starving."

"And you're gonna eat fast food after working out?"

"That's why I work out. So I can afford to eat like shit every now and then."

Ochako couldn't argue with that. She could stand to work out a little more, but she'd gotten out of the habit. She wasn't about to go on morning runs like Izuku or evening ones like Shouto. Neither one of them were morning birds like Izuku, the crazy kid. Maybe she could get back into swimming. That was a pleasant but hard workout. Either way, she picked up her things and followed Katsuki out of the room, not quite sure what she was getting herself into. She'd planned on just eating a sandwich at home. This was...unexpected but nice.

Also, her biggest weak point was free food. After protesting once, she never did it again. Hey, she was not an art major so she could be a starving artist type. If Katsuki wanted to buy her food, then she wasn't going to argue. He was so much nicer than he tried to let on.