Katsuki knew something was up when you came out of the bathroom in the dorms.

You had showered, so your hair was damp. Towel dried and not fully brushed through. Your skin was dewy with that moisturizer stuff you insisted on slathering on your face, but also red and puffy.

Like you had been.. crying.

He let out a sigh, moving towards you and opening his arms. You weren’t dating or anything, just friends in the same friend group, but he couldn’t not feel bad for you. You clearly needed this.

“Idiot, just.. accept this and don’t make a big deal. Don’t get used to it,”

He grumbled as you melted into his arms, his own embracing you in his muscular warmth.

“You look like a mess.”