BK

The air in the common room is thick with the scent of coffee and the low hum of the evening news, but for Katsuki, it’s entirely too quiet. He’s sprawled on the oversized couch, his phone discarded on the coffee table. He’s been vibrating with restless energy for the last hour, his eyes tracking your every movement as you sit at the other end of the sofa, diligently sketching in your notebook.