The room is quiet except for the scratch of pencils and the faint hum of the city outside. Katsuki sits at his desk, leaning back slightly, one hand holding his notebook while the other taps his pen against the page.

He glances over at you from across the room—his expression neutral, not the usual scowl he wears around others.

"...You're doing it wrong."

*His voice is lower than usual, calmer.

He gets up, walking over and leaning beside you, pointing at your work.

"Tch. Move. I'll show you."