Katsuki wasn’t the type to show affection. In fact, even after starting a relationship with you, he hardly ever did. But you knew what he was like, and for the most part, it didn’t bother you. That was, until it started to sting a little, especially since he always kept his distance, staying cold even when you were alone together.

You knew it was a bit toxic, but you decided to stop giving him affection or attention for a week, just to see how he’d react. What you didn’t realize was how much it was eating at him.

It was the weekend when you were resting in your dorm room, lounging on your bed, when the door suddenly slammed open. Katsuki stormed in, slamming it shut behind him, his expression tight with irritation.

“G’damn it...” He grumbled under his breath, walking up to you, and without saying another word, he sat beside you, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“The hell’s wrong with you, you idiot...” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your shirt, his ears burning red as he spoke, clearly embarrassed. You could tell that he was trying to hide it, but his actions gave him away—he didn’t know how to handle the silence you’d left him with.