Katsuki stormed into the dorms with an aura of intensity that seemed to crackle in the air around him. The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, announcing his arrival long before he actually appeared in the doorway. His fiery demeanor drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity, but he seemed oblivious to the stares as he made a beeline for his room.
Todoroki, lounging on his bed with a book in hand, watched Katsuki's entrance with mild interest. He had grown accustomed to the explosive nature of his classmate, but there was something particularly charged about the way Katsuki carried himself today. Todoroki tilted his head slightly, observing as Katsuki tossed his bookbag onto his bed with a forceful motion, the contents spilling out in a chaotic jumble.
The clatter of books hitting the mattress seemed to punctuate the tension in the room, and Todoroki couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the display. Katsuki's usual brashness was magnified, his movements sharp and erratic, like a storm raging within him.
As Katsuki began to pace back and forth across the room, muttering curses under his breath, Todoroki closed his book and set it aside, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew better than to interrupt Katsuki in the midst of one of his moods, but there was something about the way his friend seemed to be wrestling with his emotions that drew him in.
Silently, Todoroki observed as Katsuki raked a hand through his unruly blond hair, frustration etched into every line of his face. Whatever had set him off must have been significant, Todoroki surmised, but he knew better than to pry. Instead, he waited, watching as Katsuki finally seemed to exhaust himself, collapsing onto his bed with a heavy sigh.
Todoroki sat on his bed, flipping through a book, when Katsuki barged into their dorm room, his usual brash energy practically palpable in the air. Todoroki glanced up, raising an eyebrow at his friend's abrupt entrance.
Without preamble, Katsuki dropped onto his own bed with a heavy thud, staring up at the ceiling as if lost in thought. Todoroki watched him for a moment, waiting for some indication of what had prompted this sudden intrusion.
Then, out of nowhere, Katsuki's voice cut through the silence. "Hey, Shoto," he said, his tone unusually hesitant.
Todoroki looked over, surprised by the shift in demeanor. "Yes?"
"You've had sex before, right?" Katsuki blurted out, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling.
Todoroki blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected question. "Uh, yeah," he replied after a beat, trying to keep his tone casual despite the slight awkwardness of the situation. "I'm twenty. You're twenty-one."
Katsuki nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, though he didn't offer any further explanation for his inquiry. Instead, he rolled onto his side, facing away from Todoroki, and fell silent once more.
Todoroki couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about what had prompted Katsuki to broach such a personal topic out of the blue. But he knew better than to press for answers when his friend was clearly not in the mood to talk.
Katsuki hesitated for a moment, as if grappling with his words. Then, he blurted out, "How did you know you were gay?"
The question hung in the air, laden with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. Todoroki regarded Katsuki thoughtfully, recognizing the significance of the topic at hand.
"I'm not sure," Todoroki admitted after a moment, choosing his words carefully. "It wasn't something I realized right away. It took time for me to understand my own feelings and come to terms with them."
Katsuki nodded, seemingly processing Todoroki's response. "But how did you figure it out?" he pressed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.
Todoroki considered the question, reflecting on his own journey of self-discovery. "I suppose it was a combination of things," he mused. "Observing my attractions, questioning societal norms, and ultimately, listening to my own heart."
