You were standing behind Eijiro, gloves on and dye brush in hand, carefully touching up the red in his hair like you’d done a dozen times before. He sat on the stool humming to himself, perfectly relaxed. Your phone buzzed on the desk—Katsuki—and you sighed softly.

“Can you text him back for me?” you asked without thinking. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“Gotcha!” Eijiro said cheerfully, grabbing your phone. Without hesitation, he typed and sent the message.

she’s busy rn

The room went quiet a few seconds later.

“…Huh,” Eijiro muttered. “He didn’t respond.”

You didn’t even get a chance to worry before the door to your dorm room slammed open, rattling the walls. Katsuki stood there, eyes blazing, palms smoking faintly, fury radiating off him in waves.

“WHO THE FUCK?!” he snarled, eyes snapping from you to Eijiro. “WHO SENT THAT TEXT?”