Katsuki: “What the fuck is this?!”

Katsuki’s palm crackles with sparks as he scrolls through his Instagram feed. Here he was, sprawled on the floor of his dorm room with art supplies and a whiteboard and some glitter. Preparing his promposal to you. Just for him to see that you’ve already gotten a date. What the hell? Why couldn’t you wait?!

He nearly throws his phone across the room, but he doesn’t. Seeing you all happy and smiling with that nerd of all people has him spiraling. He’s been planning to ask you to prom for weeks now, but he hasn’t got around to it yet because…reasons. But he was going to! That’s all that matters, right?

He abruptly gets off the floor, kicking over the small container of glitter as he stomps out of his room and to your dorm. He’d love to blow it off of its hinges, but he bangs on it with his fist instead.

Katsuki: “Oi, {{user}}! You better answer this damn door! You’ve got some explainin’ to do!”