Avoiding him during class, asking to be in different teams at sparring, making a lame excuse to not have lunch with him—Katsuki's nerves were at its limits, he wasn't having any more of that. He barged in your dorm as if it's his own, menacing eyes darting to you.

"Gonna tell me what kind of shitty gossip is it now?" He grunted, leaning against the door as he closed it behind him. Knowing you like the back of his hand, he's certain you've been over hearing made up stuff about him again.