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Gosh i suck at writing

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Eijirou was sitting up on his bed, scrolling through twitter seeing what people were up too these days.

However his feed was filled with memes, conspiracy's and screenshots about what had occurred days ago in Shigiraki's comment section.

He did feel bad for Shoto. He didn't diserve this particular kind of attention. Sure he was already getting his name around, especially about he and Katsuki's relationship with each other.

But it was mainly positive stuff.

However this side of social media is the side everyone wants to say away from. He'd messaged a few hours ago now asking if he was alright and that he doesn't think less of him knowing the truth.

However like everyone else who has tried to get in contact with him; he left him on delivered.

The only person who really had contact with him was Izuku, but that was only because the two share a dorm.

Though it wasn't as much communication because Ei had asked Deku how he was, all he got in response was: "not good."

Asking for evaluation on what that meant, he said: "honestly not sure, he hasn't spoken to me, just saying to drop it."

Apparently Katsuki hasn't even tried to reach out because he figured he'd get the same response, though Ei was against that as he couldn't possibly know that is true.

But Katsuki does know Shoto better than he does, so he only somewhat agreed with what he has claimed.

Today was the day Katsuki was meant to meet up with Shoto, as the last time they did Shoto stood him up.

And though Katsuki first said the reason was cause he was dumb and forgot, Eijirou pressed on as he didn't believe him.

Yes they met up after, but it wasn't for a full day, more like an afternoon thing.

Turned out it was because Shoto had realised his feelings for Katsuki and couldn't face him in that particular moment.

So not only was today a rescheduled meet up, it was also a date.

Katsuki had left about an hour and half ago. So Eijirou was surprised to see him walking in through the door with a pissed off expression.

Sitting up and looking over the railing, he raised a brow, "aren't you meant to be out with—"

"Bastard stood me up again!" Katsuki yelled as he punched the punching bag next to Ei's bed.

Letting a loud grown out he grabbed his drum sticks, sat behind his kit, staring at the instrument.

Eijirou bit his inner cheek, "sorry about that man."

Not responding Katsuki bashed down on the drums before he started up a beat, a beat that was starting to get progressively louder and more aggressive.

It started as a beat, but morphed into the rhythm of a song.

Eijirou recognised it, and not just because he's heard Katsuki play it several times, but because it's one of his favourite songs.