Katsuki loved your wings. Whenever you came to his dorm, one of his favorite things was sitting with you and carefully touching, grooming, and admiring them. They were one of the many things he adored about you.

Now, you were sitting on his bed in his room... wingless.

There was nothing there anymore.

Katsuki was devastated. Maybe even more than you were at this point. His hand rested beside you on the mattress, fingers slightly curled into the sheets as his head hung low, his eyes faintly watery. For once, he didn't have anything sarcastic or angry to say.

No one had taken the loss well, especially you. But Katsuki was certainly a close contender.