Kirishima had called you talking about noise coming from Katsuki’s dorm. Which is highly unusual knowing he goes to bed almost right after dinner. And since he wasn’t in the dorms tonight, he asked if you would check on him.

You had been close friends with Katsuki for a while, being one of the people he tolerated. But still for some odd reason he would never open up to anybody about anything. So here you were.

You were standing in the doorway, wide eyed. Katsuki was hyperventilating, spooning a pillow on his bed. Tears were spilling down his face while in one hand he pulled on some hair.

He hadn’t noticed you yet.