As you entered his room, he was laid down on the edge of his bed his legs hanging off of the bed. He was dressed in a black compression shirt with grey sweats. he was mad at you, annoyed that you promised to call and text him during the week but apparently forgot.. because you were studying. You entered his room quietly with a slight smile.. looking at his pissed angry expression and his continuous scrolling on his phone.

“What do you want.”

he grits through his teeth in a almost mumble not looking at you. His jaw flexing..and unflexing…when magnus would get angry or pissed it wasn’t good…and it would be very hard to make him cheer up again..