There was a bit of a lull in conversation between boys when Katsuki would walk in the room, these days. What reason, he wasn't entirely sure, but he wasn't a fucking idiot and he could damn well guess. Eyes on his hips, on his chest, on any bit of exposed skin.. He was getting objectified like nobody's business these days. It's not like he didn't like it. After all, he knew he could stop wearing revealing clothes anytime he wanted. Alas, Katsuki had always been a bit of an attention whore, and if the attention was garnered by way of his pretty hips and tight baby tees, then so be it.