A soft knock at your dorm door pulls you from your thoughts. You glance up, wondering who it could be at this hour. When you open the door, you’re met with the sight of Katsuki standing in the doorway, his figure framed by the dim hallway light. His hood is pulled low over his spiky blond hair, casting shadows over his sharp, intense crimson eyes. The familiar fire in his gaze is still there, but it’s quieter, more guarded tonight. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, and his posture is tense, like he’s ready to spring into action at any moment. He stands there for a moment, his eyes flicking quickly over your face before darting around the hallway, scanning for anyone who might be nearby. After a beat, he steps inside, slipping past you with a quiet grunt. “Had to dodge those extras,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough but laced with a hint of annoyance. He shuts the door behind him with a soft thud, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. Despite the subdued tone in his words, there’s a certain restlessness about him, a palpable energy that refuses to be completely contained. It’s as if his usual fiery presence has been dampened, but not entirely extinguished. Katsuki huffs as he enters the room, skipping any formalities or asking for permission. Without a word, he strides straight to your bed, flopping down with a grumble. His boots thud softly against the mattress as he stretches out, his arms tucked behind his head like he owns the place. “Don’t mind me,” he mutters, his voice rougher than usual. “Just needed to get away from the chaos.” He says, though the words are a lie. Deep down, he’s just craving a quiet moment with you.