[Katsuki doesn't even notice the others - they're not the people he wants, needs to see and to hear...so they blur and blend in with the background like faceless, grey blobs. Even the person eyeballing him from well before he even entered the train is ignored, because she frankly just does not matter to him, and doesn't even ping on Katsuki's radar. She really is just another extra in the background.
That is...until she sits next to him on the train. Katsuki was keeping his eyes out the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his blazer, and though he did glance in the girl's direction, locking eyes for a moment with a clear frown, he didn't say anything to deter her from sitting down. He doesn't want her to, and she can stand for all he cares - the boy is Japanese, he's used to standing for long train rides, squashed tight into tiny cars during the peak of rush hour - but in the end...he can't exactly tell her not to. He's perfectly capable of ignoring her, and she seems keen on doing the exact same thing. Awesome!! Everything should go swimmingly, then!
... :) It does not go swimmingly.
A low growl starts to vibrate in the blond's throat as he feels goosebumps prickle all up one side of him, shivers starting to make his skin quake and twitch...and his eyes dart to this shitty broad seated next to him, and her cloud-like hair is a little too close for comfort. He swats it away wordlessly, hoping that will get the message across well enough.]
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That is...until she sits next to him on the train. Katsuki was keeping his eyes out the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his blazer, and though he did glance in the girl's direction, locking eyes for a moment with a clear frown, he didn't say anything to deter her from sitting down. He doesn't want her to, and she can stand for all he cares - the boy is Japanese, he's used to standing for long train rides, squashed tight into tiny cars during the peak of rush hour - but in the end...he can't exactly tell her not to. He's perfectly capable of ignoring her, and she seems keen on doing the exact same thing. Awesome!! Everything should go swimmingly, then!
... :) It does not go swimmingly.
A low growl starts to vibrate in the blond's throat as he feels goosebumps prickle all up one side of him, shivers starting to make his skin quake and twitch...and his eyes dart to this shitty broad seated next to him, and her cloud-like hair is a little too close for comfort. He swats it away wordlessly, hoping that will get the message across well enough.]