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𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓴𝔂 breath, Katsuki brought the razor to his skin.

Now, about this razor; when the two of you were packing, you took a peek at Katsuki's bag. You wondered why he actually had a razor — the boy had no stubble and his legs were smooth and without hair (unlike you).

Katsuki bit his lip, holding back tears, and slowly slid it across his skin. Pain seared through his body, having not done this in a while.

"Fuck this," he mumbled, washing it before throwing it into the bin.

There was a knock.

"Katsuki? I need the bathroom."

He cursed again, and urgently looked around for something to cover his arm. A towel would be too obvious though.

"Uh, well, I'm busy though!" He called back. "I'll be a minute!"

"Uh, OK, I'll just wait."

Fuck!

He had no other choice but to hide it, so he quickly opened the door, rushed past you, and lay down on the bed, squeezing his arm despite the pain.

"Y-You can use it now!" Katsuki said.

As you went in, you raised a brow, Did he just stutter?

Then you frowned.

Katsuki never stutters.

You looked around the bathroom, searching through the cupboards and under the sink. There was also a small bin, so you looked in there too. There were a bunch of tissues (you didn't know it was because Katsuki stuffed a bunch to hide the razor), but something shiny poked through.

The razor...?

You carefully picked it up and observed it, and Katsuki had left a spot untouched.

Blood? Your brows furrowed in concern. Maybe he cut himself while shaving.

You quickly brushed your teeth and took a quick shower, changing into Katsuki's old orange shirt and baggy beige shorts. As you attempted to tie your hair in a cute bun, you relished the cool that the oversized shirt allowed to pass through.

"Dammit," you grumbled, slamming the hairband down on the sink after a sixth failed attempt.

"You good?! I heard a thump!"

Oh, and he cares all of a sudden.

"Yeah, I'm fi—"

Katsuki unlocked the door and sighed in relief. "You scared me for a minute."

Last night's words rushed through your mind with his remark.

"You were fucking killing me!"

He saw your expression darken, so he slowly neared you. "Let me guess, can you not do your hair?"

You knew he knew what you were actually thinking, but maybe it was good not to bring it up.