[The name cuts through Katsuki like a knife. Does he flinch? Maybe. He tells himself he's just twitching, out of the sheer infuriation toward Shouto. He's the one who made this weird. And he had the fucking gall to pin this on him?

They had been doing fine. No. No they hadn't. This whole thing was stupid. He had been stupid, and it was all fucking Cordis' fault. He finally looks at Shouto and sneers, as if he's mean enough he can just erase everything that happened. He can ignore the hurt in Shouto's voice. When the fuck did he start caring? Caring was a mistake.]

If ya wanted me out so bad, Todoroki, you could've just kicked me out. I ain't no sensitive piece of shit.

[He stands up, stiff, tense. The air is cold against the back of his neck, and he refuses to look back at Shouto. Why does it fucking hurt? It shouldn't hurt. Fuck this empathy for another person crap.]

I'll pay you back for the snacks. See you around.

[He always has to have the last word. He always has to win. So he goes to the door, the metal knob burning in his palm, and moves to leave.]