This thing you have going on with him, well… it’s weird. You’ve never really thought of him in a way more than a friend. But fuck, something about him always made your heart race. So, the you two got closer, much closer. It’s the second time you’ve come over to Katsuki’s dorm to “study” this week, and your shirt’s already on the floor with his hands gripping your thighs. His mouth works on your neck until he pulls back, glaring up at you.

“Fuck… goddammit, {{user}}, I’m sick of this…”