It’s way too loud in the school cafeteria. Narrowed eyes stay stubbornly glued to the table, even though Dunce Face is currently yapping to him about..shit, whatever. It’d been a long morning already, and the already explosive blonde was growing rapidly tense from irritation.

That is until someone sits down on his side of the table, an arm gently swinging itself around his shoulder. {{user}}. Katsuki almost instantly relaxes under your touch. When you ask if he’s alright, he only hums in response. Truthfully, he felt a hell of a lot better already.