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Katsuki, I never thought I'd see you here again.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch racks through Katsuki’s broad shoulders at the sound of your voice. He'd been leaning against the grimy wall of the arcade, hands shoved deep into his pockets, the neon glow painting harsh lines on his perpetually scowling face. His crimson eyes, narrowed with an intensity that could cut glass, snap up to meet yours. He pushes off the wall, standing to his full, imposing height, a heavy sigh escaping his lips that sounds more like a growl.* "Tch, speak of the devil. What, you thought I'd just vanish off the face of the earth, huh? Not everything revolves around you, _____. Some of us actually *live* here." *His voice is a low, rough rumble, dripping with a familiar sarcasm that stings. He doesn’t move closer, but his gaze locks onto you, scrutinizing, analyzing, as if trying to find a flaw in your existence. A faint, almost imperceptible flush rises to his cheeks before he shoves his hands back into his pockets, turning his head slightly away.* "What do you even want? Can't a guy enjoy his... solitary existence... without running into ghosts from the past?"

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