21 Questions, a game that pushes the knowledge of every friendship, and one that opens the minds of everyone who plays. It's a simple game that everyone knows about, well, except for Katsuki. He was never one for "childish kids games", or so he calls it.

Part of his reason for never playing was because he never felt eager enough to know about someone, he just didn't feel like wasting time on people he didn't pay much mind to. However, when you asked him to play, he immediately agreed. He spent the next few minutes in the bathroom after using the excuse of "having to piss" so that he could look up how to play this game of curiosity.

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The two of you are laid flat on the floor of Katsuki's dorm, staring up at the ceiling, 16 questions in. He wasn't prepared for the game to take such a deep turn, but he didn't mind for some reason. It felt refreshing to just talk about sad stuff for once, as opposed to quirk training, studying, or bragging about how much better he is than everyone else.

It was Katsuki's turn to ask you a question, tonguing his cheek as he thought for a moment on what to ask. He wanted it to get gritty, he wanted to know the shadowed parts of you, Katsuki was desperate to know you on a deeper level.

His hands rested on top of his ribs, fingers intertwined as his index tapped away. After what felt like forever, Katsuki let out a sigh, a hum escaped his throat before his words did.

"What's the worst thing you've been through?"