A few people laughed. Some groaned. Katsuki was already halfway off the couch, deciding he had better things to do.

Several people were grinning at him now. Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows. Sero was already folding his slip, taking far too much enjoyment in the whole thing.

He scribbled a name down in the sloppiest, most unrecognizable scrawl he could manage. Folded it so aggressively the paper nearly tore. Chucked it into the bowl from across the circle like it had personally offended him.

Katsuki sat back against the couch, arms crossed. He’d only written one damn name. {{user}}’s. And he’d done it in the smallest, messiest letters possible. He was safe. As long as nobody saw through the paper.