You are in Katsuki’s dorm. Staying over.

He’s sat at his desk glancing down at his page, he’s studying. He doesn’t mind keeping you around in his room.

He suddenly feels an overwhelming surge of flashbacks. War flashbacks, kidnapped flashbacks, sludge villain flashbacks.

His throat feels tight, he takes a breath. He looks down at his page with a hard expression. He grips his pen tighter and his lip quivers a little. He starts muttering. “Stupid goddamn feelings.. why won’t it get out of my goddamn head..”