Y/n's POV:

Basically the next few lessons I made Katsuki practice nonstop. If it was one note off, redo. No pedal used in a pedal section, redo. I wanted him to be proud when he played the piece perfectly at the event.

"Come on, Y/n, can I just let that slide....it was one fucking note wrong..." He asked.

"No." I said firmly. "We want it perfect."

"Ugh. Fine."  He grumbled. Secretly, I enjoyed making him practice- it meant more time with him, and I thought I was starting to actually like-like him.

'Shit. Now that I said it, is it official?!?'  I thought to myself.  

Unfortunately, as much as I liked the fiery-tempered, talented pianist, determined Katsuki Bakugo, we couldn't be together. I was a teacher and he was my student. Not paying mind we were the same age, it was still a bit odd.

This time, though, he played it perfectly. "Yes. Good job." I smiled, and turned the page to the next song.