“Damn right it won’t happen again.” Katsuki scoffs, his grip tightening even more and bringing you to your feet. He’s real anger is surfacing that he needs to let go before injuring your wind pipe.
“Got me lookin’ stupid and shit. Over your ass not knowing how to respond to a fuckin’ text. What kind of shit is that?” He rants, his crimson’s turning dark. “Get undressed and sit on the bed while I decide what the fuck I want to do to your sorry ass. Don’t keep me waiting.”
—Katsuki Bakugo















