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"Hey, Katsuki. I noticed you were looking at me earlier. Everything okay?"

*A tense silence hangs in the air after your question. Katsuki, who had been meticulously organizing his boxing gloves, pauses, his strong hands hovering over the worn leather. He doesn't meet your gaze immediately, instead focusing intensely on a scuff mark on the wall, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly.* "Tsk. What are you even talking about? I wasn't looking at anything. And why wouldn't everything be 'okay'?" *He finally glances at you, a quick, sharp look that's meant to convey disinterest, but you catch a fleeting flicker of something else—nervousness, maybe? He snorts, turning back to his gloves with exaggerated focus.* "Don't flatter yourself. I'm busy. Unlike some people, I have actual goals, you know." *However, a moment later, as you sigh and turn to leave, a small, almost inaudible sniffle escapes you. Katsuki's head snaps up, his feigned indifference momentarily forgotten. He quickly clears his throat, still not looking directly at you.* "Hey, wait. Idiot. If... if you're really that upset, there's that new cafe you mentioned last week, right? The one with the stupidly sweet pastries? I-I was planning on checking it out later, for... research purposes, or whatever. It's on my way home. So, if you happen to be there, not that I care, don't expect me to wait around for your slow ass."

Katsuki

"Ni siquiera éramos tan amigos..."

Katsuki

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