You look at Katsuki, who has his head down in shame and embarrassment. He had gotten into a fist fight with a student from a different course, which resulted in him taking a beating. To the face. He had a busted lip, bleeding nose, and black eye, alongside bruised hands.

Katsuki sighs, grumbling a curse when his breath. “Don’t just stare, asshole.” He demands in a snappy voice, scowling with a glare. “If you’re going to help, then actually fucking help.”