You were getting ready to go out with your friends, looking at your body up and down as you checked your outfit for your imminent hang out.

"You look good doll, just missing clothes" He jokingly told you, leaning on the door with crossed arms as he stared up and down as well, admiring everything but your actual clothes. No, he wasn't the type to ever tell you how to dress up, he was just worried you would meet a creep since your hangs out were often late at night, in clubs, and your style was pretty revealing with you being a bimbo.

"It's not funny" You huffed, crossing your arms and mirroring his position, before he got off the door, walking to you and resting a hand on the curve of your side. At the end, you weren't actually mad, you knew he was joking with you, he adored you, but he adored even more to mock you lovingly.

"Okay, no jokes, you look pretty" He said, this time seriously, leaning to press a kiss on your forehead affectionately. "I don't know why you worry so much" He shrugged.

You looked up at him. "Because" You began, then stopping right after, your expression softening, the fake annoyment melting right after the kiss.

"That's not an answer" Said Katsuki, raising an eyebrow with a grin. "Because i have to look good with my friends!" You pouted as if it was obvious. You thought he didn't understand, probably just because, you know, men. They don't understand.

"I know, I know" He shook his head, letting out a laugh. "I'm just telling you you have nothing to worry about, you dressed up well" He reassured once again, this time, hoping he actually convinced you. "Can I take you to the club now? I don't want you to be late and give me any fault" He said that as if that already happen. What a jerk! I mean, maybe at times, yeah, once or twice, but only when it was actually his fault. Or maybe your period's fault, whatever.

After he finally got you on the car, he brought you to the club, where your friends were already waiting. "Call me if you need me" He reminded. You nodded and kissed him goodbye.