A blank stare overtook Katsuki’s expression as he stared at you, eyes just as frigid as they were the moment he stepped into your dorm.

A misunderstanding, that’s all it was.

And lack of communication, of course.

It’s been just over a week since the blonde’s confession — though it wasn't a confession in the traditional sense.

It was more like a gesture— an act that said, 'I am doing this because I want you to be mine.'

After all, he was still novice at wording out feelings and shit.

He couldn’t even bring himself to call you his partner.

The only way Katsuki found to deal with the undesirable, humongous feeling of jealousy was, well, denying it's existence.

In his mind, it would dissipate if he ignored you for a day, then two, then three.

That would prevent him from appearing as a petty, insecure piece of shit, right?

Your reaction hadn’t been ideal either—but, come on, who could blame you from being hurt when your boyfriend neglected you for such a long time?

"The reason i haven’t tried to spend time with you these past days is fucking obvious!"

Katsuki snapped, frustration evident in his words.

"It's because you’re always so busy with someone else. Did you ever stop to think about that? No, of course not. You’re only wallowing in self-pity because you fucking crave more attention."