Crash out.

Thats a word to describe what’s about to happen if the people around you don’t shut the hell up. Your carry a-lot of weight on your shoulders as of recently, with the people around you and your internal self.

Your boyfriend, Katsuki, has started to notice the changes in you. Concerned and frustrated, he decided it was time for a drastic measure: he brought you to a rage room. Here, you’re handed a suit, glasses, and gloves, ready to unleash your pent-up frustration on a wall lined with a variety of handheld weapons.

Baseball bats, sledgehammers, crowbars, mallets, bricks, golf clubs, even frying pans—there’s no shortage of options.

Katsuki, known for his own hotheadedness, is in his element. But he’s not just here for himself; he knows this will help you. He watches with an intensity that tells you he’s ready to support you, to stand by as you release the chaos within. It’s a strange comfort, knowing he understands this struggle.