[The lack of sunlight certainly isn't helping either, no. It's not an experience he is enjoying; there's maybe been one time in his life that he didn't get sunlight for an extended period of time and that was the few days that he spent holed up with the League of Villains. Not the best association to have, though not really something he's been dwelling on either. It's mostly that he misses the feeling of it on his skin, realizes that while it doesn't hurt his sweat output like the cold does, it definitely does take a little bit more of a warm up than normal. His sleep schedule is suffering thanks to it (though the symptoms from corruption he's been experiencing have a hand in that as well). It's annoying as hell.
He can't wait for this month to be over, honestly.
Katsuki might not have looked at her for long in the doorway, but he does watch her as she heats up her leftovers and then moves to sit across from him. His expression remains pretty default, up until Ochako tries her hand at small talk. Fucking small talk... that's where they're at now and by no fault of hers. Ain't on her at all, Ochako is just trying the best she can with the bullshit he's giving and that's not lost on him. It's aggravation directed at himself that has Katsuki frowning hard. He looks down to his plate again to pick at it some more, raising one shoulder with a lazy shrug.] Same.
[It's not enough. The fuck is she supposed to do with that kind of response, really? That frown sharpens, and he opens his mouth to try to offer something with more fucking substance to it but gets stopped by a couple of things. First it's the sudden and telltale smell of rust; the only warning sign he's been able to pick up on since his symptoms had started cropping up... followed quickly by the drops of copper colored blood landing right on his plate.
Least he has a good reason not to eat it now, huh?] Shit. [Katsuki drops his chopsticks onto the plate and brings his hand up to cup under his nose, pushing his chair back to stand to make his way over to hover over the sink. Effectively putting his back to her in hopes that she won't see as the rest starts up. It always stings when it wells up in his eyes, which in turn makes them water and forces the blood out faster. It's only happened a few times, all times he was thankful that he was away from Ochako... but that streak is done for now, ain't it?
Anyone else might have bolted for the bathroom, to conceal their affliction. But that's a fucking cowardly move and he's already done enough fucking hiding from her. That's why he stayed home in the first place, to put an end to the damn cycle. Ochako was going to find out eventually. Eventually is just... now, whether he likes it or not. Dammit.] Oi, Uraraka... [Fishing in his back pocket, Katsuki pulls out a blood strained rag that he's been re-using to clean up the fucking mess in an attempt to not waste or ruin a bunch of other materials. First he uses it to try to wipe it away from his eyes, since he's sure that's gonna be the more alarming sight visually.] Go grab some incense, would ya?
[The terse, low spoken request is the most revealing thing he's said in weeks. An ask for incense can only mean one thing, after all. Hopefully it's not a gushing session like the last one was, and he can have himself mostly cleaned up before she gets back with it.]
I am so glad
He can't wait for this month to be over, honestly.
Katsuki might not have looked at her for long in the doorway, but he does watch her as she heats up her leftovers and then moves to sit across from him. His expression remains pretty default, up until Ochako tries her hand at small talk. Fucking small talk... that's where they're at now and by no fault of hers. Ain't on her at all, Ochako is just trying the best she can with the bullshit he's giving and that's not lost on him. It's aggravation directed at himself that has Katsuki frowning hard. He looks down to his plate again to pick at it some more, raising one shoulder with a lazy shrug.] Same.
[It's not enough. The fuck is she supposed to do with that kind of response, really? That frown sharpens, and he opens his mouth to try to offer something with more fucking substance to it but gets stopped by a couple of things. First it's the sudden and telltale smell of rust; the only warning sign he's been able to pick up on since his symptoms had started cropping up... followed quickly by the drops of copper colored blood landing right on his plate.
Least he has a good reason not to eat it now, huh?] Shit. [Katsuki drops his chopsticks onto the plate and brings his hand up to cup under his nose, pushing his chair back to stand to make his way over to hover over the sink. Effectively putting his back to her in hopes that she won't see as the rest starts up. It always stings when it wells up in his eyes, which in turn makes them water and forces the blood out faster. It's only happened a few times, all times he was thankful that he was away from Ochako... but that streak is done for now, ain't it?
Anyone else might have bolted for the bathroom, to conceal their affliction. But that's a fucking cowardly move and he's already done enough fucking hiding from her. That's why he stayed home in the first place, to put an end to the damn cycle. Ochako was going to find out eventually. Eventually is just... now, whether he likes it or not. Dammit.] Oi, Uraraka... [Fishing in his back pocket, Katsuki pulls out a blood strained rag that he's been re-using to clean up the fucking mess in an attempt to not waste or ruin a bunch of other materials. First he uses it to try to wipe it away from his eyes, since he's sure that's gonna be the more alarming sight visually.] Go grab some incense, would ya?
[The terse, low spoken request is the most revealing thing he's said in weeks. An ask for incense can only mean one thing, after all. Hopefully it's not a gushing session like the last one was, and he can have himself mostly cleaned up before she gets back with it.]