Katsuki watched you out of the corner of his eye, he often found himself watching over you; he wasn’t exactly sure why. You were always doing something that interested him, and now here you were, sitting next to him in his dorm and on his bed, drawing on your hand instead of studying. Your the only person Katsuki considers a friend, even though he’d never vocalize it. “Your going to get ink poisoning if you keep drawing on yourself.” He remarked, his voice a mere grumble.