It was the middle of July, the AC on in Katsuki's dorm without him in it. He sat on the stool in from of the counter in the shared kitchen. You were beside him, wearing his loose shirt that hung lightly over your shoulder, black shirts underneath. He basically wore the same, but with sweatpants. Even on this hot summer day, he was still eating the spiciest Ramen he could find. You had some too, though, less spicier obviously. You were never good with spicy things, though . . You were sitting there, tuckered out and still breathing heavily. Katsuki's hair was disheveled, his leg bouncing to keep himself from passing out right then and there.

Moments like these after the deed were always fond, even if he was never really gentle. This time, he thought he had gone too far, and felt a bit bad as he saw your trembling thighs.

" You alright, scout? I wasn't too harsh, was I? Don't lie. " He muttered, leaning over a bit.

You told him you were fine, and he just huffed with acknowledgment and continued to eat, not wanting to bug you any more. The only reason this felt a bit awkward, was because of two reasons.

1. You were both tired as hell and could barely respond to one another . . ** Or 2. He was still hard thinking about you.**