"The hell are you doing?! That hit isn't even gonna hurt a fly! Too weak!"

Katsuki exclaim, letting his arms drop to his sides as he stared at you, preparing to scold you until he heard you say how you needed a break and sat down, looking quite discouraged.

You two were sparring by Katsukis demand, but his discouraging words weren't the best thing to deal with when you were just trying to do your best.

He huffed in response, walking over to you and yanking his water bottle, taking a sip from it before he turned to you with a skeptical look, sweat dripping down his face. Although he was concerned, he did his best to hide it and succeeded too.

"The hell's up with you today? You think you can beat me with some stupid, weak tricks or something?"