Katsuki was pacing. Back and forth across the floor of his room, changing the path a little so he didn't actually make a groove in the wood. He alternated between scratching at his scalp, setting off small explosions, and punching his hands together. He was very screwed.
Shinsou had sent him that photo from after they got soaked in the fountain—the copy without the scribbles blocking their faces. Katsuki hadn't even realized he was smiling at his phone when he was looking at it until Uraraka gasped. It had been in the main room, just the two of them in the afternoon after the day with Shinsou at the mall. So it was obvious when she gasped—but it was loud, too. He had looked up, scowling, and Uraraka had a floored expression on her face. When he growled out a question, she just said he was smiling like a normal person—a nice person.
That's what made him storm up to his room. He had looked at the photo again, and now that he was aware, it was obvious to him that he was really smiling—like the genuine kind. His phone got tossed on his bed and then the pacing started.
Katsuki cursed under his breath repeatedly and slapped his hands on his face. He stopped for a second, just trying to calm down from the feeling that was making his face and ears red. There was no goddamn way. He shouted and went back to pacing, stomping his feet onto the floor hard. He'd probably be more conscious of the noise he was making if there were other people in the dorm. He knew for a fact Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido had stuck around the mall—a flurry of texts from the latter two. Deku his little group of weirdos was out, too. He sure a majority of the dorms were out, right now, so he let himself be a louder.
He kicked a pile of books across the room, making a loud crash against the wall. He cursed even louder as the force he did that with shot pain up his foot—right on the toes, shit. He limped over to his bed and clutched his foot. That hurt like hell.
Katsuki rolled over, burying his face in his bed sheets and screamed. His head was buzzing with thoughts that he shoved to the corners of his mind for a reason, because he really did not want to deal with it. He messed up one friendship by being an ass—he admits it at this point—and he wasn't about to mess up another because of emotions that had no place being in his head. Hero first, social shit later. He let himself go limp on the mattress. No use breaking his toes kicking shit. He grumbled and rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
There was a knocking on the door. Katsuki jolted and looked over, scowling.
“The hell you want!?” he shouted.
“It's Sero,” a voice said. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
Katsuki huffed and pushed himself up. He marched over and yanked open the door. Sero flinched a little, but smiled like he always did.
“What,” Katsuki spat, scowling. He was already having a bit of a crisis he didn't need the one person that kept his mouth shut suddenly wanting to question him.
“Can I come in?” Sero asked, glancing at the door to the right of Bakugou's. “'ll keep it as quick as possible?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes and stepped out of the way. “Whatever.”
Sero grinned and walked into the room, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He spun around in the center of the room and looked the room up and down. Katsuki shut the door, making it slam. He walked over to his bed and stood next to the side of it.
“Okay, so here's how this is gonna go,” Sero started, clapping his hands together. He pointed to Katsuki. “You're going to stay quiet and listen to all that I have to say. Okay?--” Katsuki just frowned and sat on his bed, arms crossed. “--I'll take it as a yes, great.”
Sero cleared his throat and looked off to the side. Katsuki growled impatiently under his breath and bounced his leg. Sero pressed his hands together and tapped his chin in thought. He took a deep breath and let it out in huff, looking back at Katsuki.
“Do you... like the guy with purple hair?” Sero asked. Katsuki froze completely, and his eyes widened. He immediately moved to jump up, but Sero interjected. “NOPE! Listening, remember. If you're wondering how I know, he did sit next to you at the movies. Pretty obvious there, bud.”
Katsuki blinked and slowly relaxed a little more—still tense but less so. He watched Sero with narrowed eyes, and the other calmed down when he saw Katsuki wasn't going to put him in any danger.
“What about him?” Katsuki hissed.
“Listen,” Sero snapped. He frowned a little before going back to a neutral expression. “It's not like it's weird in this place. Have you met our class? I think there are like... three completely straight people in 1-A? Everyone else is gay or somewhere in between. We can't exactly make fun of you for it. Hell, I'm the least qualified to judge you, since I don't get the whole attraction thing—I'm aroace—but if you seriously think we're gonna make fun of you or something because you like a guy, you're very wrong. Kirishima's pan, Kaminari's bi, and Ashido's pan, too, I think. Even if you don't want to tell the whole class, we are your friends and we'll help you through this shit. Kaminari rants to me all the time, emotions suck.”
Katsuki looked down at his feet. He played with his fingers, just to do something and avoided looking at Sero at all. Sero leaned down and caught his eye. He smiled sympathetically.
“Seriously, though,” Sero continued. “If you don't want to tell Kiri and the two problem children, I'll listen. I won't get it, but I will. Kirishima'd listen, too, even if he was convinced he was gay for you after the entrance exam.”
“You're kidding,” Katsuki blurted, stifling a snort. He had a vague idea in the beginning of the year the Kirishima was interested in him, but like the stuff that was shoving itself to the front of his mind, it was pushed to the side.
“Yeah, he's over it, now,” Sero laughed, scratching the back of his head. “He'll probably be upset that I told you he even had one, no matter how little he says it was. But uh... back to topic. It might be awkward trying to talk to Kirishima now, but um... Shouji and Tokoyami are dating I'm ninety percent sure. Probably more awkward to ask them for advice, but keep it in mind, okay? I'll keep my mouth shut about it towards the other three, but it's up to you.”
Katsuki nodded slowly. He went back to fidgeting silently, messing with his hands and leg bouncing. Sero stood up straight and waited for him to say something. Katsuki's phone went off with a notification and he quickly grabbed it from it's place on the bed. It was a notification from the blog app—Shinsou tagging him in a post. He opened it up, forgetting there was anyone else there.
New Post: Insomi-Cat
Drenched direction aftermath. Blame blasty. [photo attachment]
It was a picture of Shinsou's jacket in what looked like a sink, obviously soaked through and a darker shade of the black it had been. Katsuki felt himself smiling again and shoved it down. He liked the post and put his phone down on the bed. Sero wasn't giving him a shit-eating grin or anything like what one of his other friends might do. He just had a neutral expression, but he was obviously curious.
“Just... keep this shit quiet,” Katsuki mumbled. Sero smiled a little and nodded. “...Thanks.”
“No problem, dude,” Sero said as he went to leave. “But there's seriously no reason to freak out about it. We're... like, the queerest class in UA at this rate.”
Katsuki snorted as Sero stepped out of the room. The door clicked closed behind him quietly and Katsuki slumped his shoulders. He flopped back on his bed and spread his arms out to either side. He picked up his phone and opened the pictures. He really couldn't stop himself from smiling at the picture from the fountain place. The both looked ridiculous with their hair flopping down around their faces. He swore that Shinsou was two inches shorter without his hair on end.
He dropped it and closed his eyes. His head was still full of those unhelpful thoughts—the sound of Shinsou laughing as hard as he did, and the fact that Shinsou's hair was naturally wavy. It hit hard, and it hit home. He didn't know why he didn't get it and he didn't care at this point. He wanted this shit resolved so he can decide whether to be pissed to all hell or happy that he had closure. But he didn't have that so he went with at least a little pissed.
Kirishima would probably be his best bet to talk to, but it definitely would be weird asking him for relationship advice now knowing that the vague idea was a solid fact. Then there was fact if it all came out to Kaminari and Ashido, it'd spread through the class like wildfire. He didn't want to deal with the chaos and questions that would follow—probably a lot of assurance from the girls who think he'd need it. He might, but like hell he'd admit it to anyone but himself at inhuman hours in the morning. He curse, loud and long and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, rubbing hard.
He was very screwed.