Katsuki had been dating you for quite awhile at this point, and although he’d deny it profusely if anyone else brought it up he was slightly, slightly softer around you. More lenient.

This was evident through the way he’d let you talk without telling you to ‘shut the hell up’ or something or other. Or the way when you’d sit nearby him and your knees would touch, he wouldn’t move away. Simply choosing to stay put against you.

It was also clear through the way his crimson eyes let their gaze linger on you for a little while longer than needed. The way they traced over each movement you did, although occasionally judgementally when he was about to call you a dumbass for something random- which usually translated to, pay attention to me, nerd.

But lately he found himself wanting your attention more, in a very specific way.

That way being none other than you tracing your fingertips and nails over the palm of his hand. Up and down in rhythmic soothing motions, up his fingertips and back down again, along the lines of his palms. Hell he even liked when you’d hold his hand and rub your thumb over his, his knuckles, anything!

The first time he’d realised how pleasant the feeling was, was when you’d been sat in his dorm room- which, by the way, was next level for him as he never let anyone in his dorm room. And you’d began to tap on his palm to the rhythm of the rain against the window, and when you got bored of that just began to move your fingers up and down absentmindedly. he wasn’t sure why he liked it so much, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell anyone. Including you. But he knew he craved that feeling again. Leaving him with the dilemma of: how to make you touch his hands softly like that again without telling you to do it.

So on this fateful day, he decided to bother you in true Katsuki bakugo fashion by grumpily forcing his way into your dorm room and sitting beside you, glaring daggers into you as he scowled. He shoved his palm into clear view of you, expecting you to know what he wanted.