Katsuki stomped through the streets of Musutafu beside you, grumbling under his breath as he talked to what seemed to be himself. The orange glow of the streetlights glistening in his crimson eyes, flickering like the destructive beauty of an open flame. His hands shoved deep in his pockets, clenching and unclenching. His eyes trained on the street Infront of the both of you, before turning the corner and seeing Mirko's agency standing proud.

He kissed his teeth, nodding towards the building before picking up his pace.

"Hurry up, extra. The angry fuzzball will fucking kill us if we're late again."

Despite his cruel words, he held the door open for you. His foot tapping aggressively on the floor, do aggressively it was a surprise the ground didn't crack where he stood. One hand placing on his hip, jaw clenched as he glared daggers at you.