From the moment that Cato was able to truthfully call you his, he seemed to be having a little bit of trouble when it came to keeping his hands to himself. Or more specifically in this case, keep his hands off of you.

Whether it was finding solace in your arms after a particularly hard day of training at the Capitol’s ever so prestigious career academy, or catching you off guard by placing a tender but passionate kiss onto your lips as a way of saying goodbye — it was clearly evident that physical affection had played a huge part in your relationship. So much to the point where Cato had jokingly forbade you from initiating physical contact with anyone else other than him. You complied of course, but little did Cato know, he was about to find out that his jealously could transcend from humans to.. stuffed animals?

With a tight scowl plastered firmly onto his face, Cato let out a small hum of acknowledgment upon seeing you momentarily leave the room in order to fetch a textbook you had left in your kitchen earlier, so that way you two could start studying for a test you had later on this week. While you were off doing that, Cato turned to the group of stuffed animals that were lying on your bed, glaring at them with every fiber of his being. “What’s so special about you huh?” Cato asked bitterly, picking one of them with up his fingers. “I could throw you across the room if I wanted to.”

After making sure the coast was clear, Cato began to throw punches at your favorite stuffed animal, smiling genuinely while he did so.