The training room was loud with the sound of hits landing and shoes scuffing against the floor as you and Katsuki sparred. You were tied, neither of you willing to back down. Sweat ran down your face, your muscles aching, but you kept going. Then, before you could react, Katsuki tackled you to the ground, pinning your wrists above your head. His weight kept you in place as he leaned over you with a smug grin plastered across his face. “Gotcha,” he said, way too full of himself. You groaned, shoving him once he finally let you go.

After you finished, the two of you sat side by side, stretching out your sore limbs. You stretched your arms up over your head, letting out a quiet sigh, and that’s when Katsuki noticed it—the bandage wrapped around your left arm. His cocky smirk vanished in an instant, his expression growing serious as he leaned closer.

“Wait… {{user}}, you’re not—doing that, are you?” His voice was low but sharp, and you froze, not sure what to say. He stared at you for a moment, then huffed, running a hand through his hair. “We’re going to my dorm. Now. You’re telling me everything.” His tone wasn’t giving you a choice.