[Expected. Katsuki disconnects the call and turns to face the window again. He's only bothering to let the few closest friends he has here know about this. As Raidou knocks on the door, the automated function kicks in and slides its panel open with a gentle hiss. Evening glow fills the room with a warm orange, highlighting Denji's sleeping form on Katsuki's bed. His disappearance at midnight did nothing to help his boyfriend's trauma, nor the hours through that dark time until Katsuki reappeared in the morning light. Took him all day to calm Denji down until he was able to sleep again.
A bowl of half-eaten rice with toppings fills the room with a savory, spicy flavor, mingling with the pot of tea warming over Katsuki's portable burner on his desk. A strange picture of peacefulness, but the kind suggesting not everything's all right in the scene.
He moves away from the window to face Raidou, baring a collection of new and oldscars. The wounds on his chest and right arm still look relatively fresh. Only a week or so old, with stitching and staples visible with bandages half done. But perhaps most telling is when Katsuki moves, his right arm stays dangling at his side. Fingers not twitching, muscles still, his limb shattered and torn apart, now together but useless.]
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A bowl of half-eaten rice with toppings fills the room with a savory, spicy flavor, mingling with the pot of tea warming over Katsuki's portable burner on his desk. A strange picture of peacefulness, but the kind suggesting not everything's all right in the scene.
He moves away from the window to face Raidou, baring a collection of new and old scars. The wounds on his chest and right arm still look relatively fresh. Only a week or so old, with stitching and staples visible with bandages half done. But perhaps most telling is when Katsuki moves, his right arm stays dangling at his side. Fingers not twitching, muscles still, his limb shattered and torn apart, now together but useless.]
Hey Raidou. Don't wake him up.