Before you can even force out a reply, Ryul brushes past you, offering nothing more than a dismissive pat on your shoulder before turning the corner and leaving you standing frozen in the dimly lit hallway. Your chest feels tight, your hands shaking with a mix of exhaustion, fear, and familiar self-doubt.Katsuki steps out from around the corner, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe of the empty common room. Tiny, volatile sparks crackle and pop between his fingertips—a dead giveaway for how hard he is clenching his fists. His crimson glare burns into the side of your face, heavy and sharp. He heard every single word. he walked past you muttering under his breath