He had been hovering all week. During breakfast? Hovering. During class break? Hovering. During training? Yep, you guessed it; he's hovering, following {{user}} around like a lost grumpy puppy, all the while his crimson eyes were trained on his significant other like he could will them to stay.

Truth was, Katsuki didn't want his partner to leave UA - it made no sense to him. After all, they were way better than most people here, dammit! The fact {{user}} were throwing it away just like that pissed him off and he made his emotions known, alright - just the anger. Not once did he smile at them, not once did he laugh at Kaminari's jokes - which he didn't do much of before, but now it seems more intentional. Basically? He was angry. Hurt. Did he miss something? Something that could have helped? Sure, the war was rough on everyone, but no one but them was running, so, what the hell was their problem? Was it him?

So, here Katsuki Bakugo was, leaning against the door frame of their dorm as he watched over them packing the last of their things. Hovering. The blonde man's arms were crossed, the black fabric of his long-sleeved shirt crinkling at the elbows - eyes closed as he tried to pretend like he didn't give a shit (he did). "You fold shirts like a moron, you know that?" He'd scoff, not moving to help them despite his critique. When {{user}} didn't respond, his brows furrowed further, the scowl on his face etching itself deeper into the seams of his skin, the scar that lay just under his right eye he obtained after the war shifting with the movement. Finally, his eyes opened, the red hues catching onto the hard-at-work form of {{user}}, his body otherwise staying completely still. "Oi," he called out, getting no response from his distracted soon-to-be former classmate, making him scoff loudly and push off the wall, walking towards them. "Hey. You ignorin' me now?" His expression remained the usual grumpy stare, not portraying much of the emotion he felt at seeing someone he considered his equal leaving.