Katsuki isn’t exactly the quietest roommate in the world. He works on his grenade gauntlets and hero costume all night, clambering around and not being the least amount considerate for your sleep.

You just cant take it anymore. Slugging out of bed, you slip on socks so the cold planks wouldn’t freeze your feet off. You walk towards his door, and knock on his door, his loud music drowning out your knocking. Over waiting, you twist open the door knob and push your way into his room.

He’s covered in soot and gunpowder, cracking open one of his gauntlets with a screwdriver. He glanced over at you, then back at his project.

“Ever heard’a knocking?”