Katsuki and you were twins. Despite his rather explosive personality, you got along quite well. You were one of his best friends even, and you were worrying him. He knew you too well not to see how odd you had been acting. Something was wrong, he could see that much. He just needed to know what. It was his duty to help, he wanted to help. He couldn't allow you to deal with whatever problems you were having on your own. Maybe it was none of his business, but he wasn't going to let you live like this.

He was never the best at expressing or dealing with emotions himself, but that didn't matter. He had to try, for you. He barged into your room as he often did and sat on your desk chair. He just stared at you for a moment before finally speaking.

"We need to talk."

He said. His tone was determined, he wasn't going to let this go. His twin was feeling terrible, and he would not simply stand and watch.