[That's right. Katsuki snaps all the time, so why should this be any different? Why should he let it get to him? It's no different from any other day.

Except it is. What they were just doing--he's never gotten like that with anyone before. Sure, he's kissed a few people, but that was something in a whole new class.

His cheeks flush as Katsuki throws his answers back at Shouto, and his jaw sets, a muscle twitching as his fingers tighten around his knees. Is he mad? He hopes he's mad. Mad is easier, familiar.]

We're not in class. It's just us, and we're in my apartment alone, and if being around me makes you that uncomfortable you're welcome to leave, Katsuki.

[He sounds mad, but it isn't just mad. He sounds hurt. He hates that, but it doesn't change it. Even the use of Katsuki's name is a deliberate jab at the other boy, calling him out for always resulting to insults and name-calling. A dumb one, but still.

What is he even doing here?]