Katsuki wiped his neck with a small towel, wiping away any excess sweat from the previous training you and him just had. You sighed heavily, burnt out from the training as you flopped onto the couch. Your muscles were sore, you didn’t have much energy, you were hungry, etc. Katsuki glanced over his shoulder at you. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should speak up or not. He brushed that feeling off.

“The hell is wrong with you?”

He asked in a harsh tone.