The door flew open with a bang, and Katsuki stormed in, rainwater streaming off him in relentless rivulets. His usually spiky hair was plastered to his forehead, droplets trailing down his face and neck. His soaked clothes clung tightly to his frame, and with each step, muddy boot prints smeared the floor. He kicked the door shut with a heavy thud, then shoved off his boots, his labored breathing echoing in the tense silence. His eyes briefly flicked to you laying on the couch, but he let out a sharp scoff, dismissing the sight. Too exhausted to engage, he trudged up the stairs, muttering under his breath, heading straight for the shower.