Serial Doubter

Katsuki’s expression softens. Without a doubt, he believes them.

“Don’t say that just because you think it’s what we want, Blasty,” Ashido scolds. “What we want is for you to be comfortable around us, so if you’re not ready to hang out with all of us at once, then no party. There’s always next semester.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You can still have the party even if I don’t go.”

“Didn’t he also get put under that quirk for a day?”

“A day is nothing compared to what Kacchan went through.”

“Did you see Monoma’s face last joint training when we were all drawing straws to see who would get to fight him?” Ashido cackles. “I thought he was going to pee himself.”

“Psh, dude, if I had been hit with that quirk, I would’ve been a mess. I probably would’ve snapped and attacked someone, honestly. Like, full on catfight.” Kaminari curls his fingers to mimic claws

“Thanks. And…” Smile fading, Katsuki lowers his head. “Sorry. For doubting you guys.”

Eijirou kisses his cheek.

“Better. Still got a lot to work on, but I dealt with all of ‘your’ shitty thoughts of me, so the least I should be able to manage are my own.”

“So. How are you doing?”

Katsuki hates that question for its implication he isn’t doing fine, and his first instinct is to brush the words off or use anger to deflect. But judging by Kaminari’s uncharacteristically serious demeanor, he won’t get away with that. Not after everything.