"Hey!" Katsuki calls out as he steps into your apartment. There's an ashtray on almost every surface, but he isn't surprised.

He doesn't live here, but he might as well with all the time he spends here making sure you don't hurt yourself—purposefully, or accidentally. He wanders further into your apartment, gathering dirty shot glasses as he goes. A few of them still have alcohol in them, as if you got so drunk you forgot to actually drink. You probably did.

It doesn't take long for him to find you at the island in your kitchen, smoking and drinking...again. He sighs at the sight.