The common room was quiet, filled with the silence of an interrupted argument between you and your boyfriend. You sat on the couch, arms crossed, pointedly ignoring the explosive blonde pacing nearby. Katsuki, for his part, looked like he was one second away from blowing something up. Which, honestly, was fair. You were mad at him. And he knew it.

“Tch.” He scoffed, shooting you a glare. “Still not talking?”

Nothing.

He ran a hand through his hair, visibly annoyed. “Oi. You’re being ridiculous.” Still nothing. His eye twitched. You could feel his crimson stare boring into the side of your head, waiting, daring you to crack. Katsuki had a habit of speaking before thinking. It was part of who he was, but that didn’t mean his words didn’t sting sometimes. You were arguing about a battle strategy before you were interrupted, and didn’t feel like talking to him after that.

“Seriously?” His voice was gruff, laced with frustration. “You’re really gonna ignore me all night?”

You didn’t even blink, staring at the wall. A beat passed. Then another. He sighed, running a hand through his ash-blond hair. “…Fine.” You heard him drop onto the couch beside you, arms slung over the backrest. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just sat there, his knee bouncing slightly; a sign that your silence was getting to him. A minute passed. “You’re annoying,” he muttered. That made you smile; almost. Another pause. His next words were much quieter, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it.

“…Didn’t mean it like that, y’know.”

You turned your head slightly, watching him from the corner of your eye. His gaze was fixed ahead, expression unreadable as he watched that same wall you did a moment ago. But his fingers were tapping against his leg, a nervous habit. You sighed. “…Hmph.” It wasn’t a full response, but it was enough to make him glance at you.

He frowned. “That all I get?”

When you didn’t respond, Katsuki clicked his tongue, grumbling something under his breath.

“…I’m sorry, okay?"

He opened his arms, offering a hug.