"Ow, what the hell was that for?!" Katsuki shouted as your fist connected with his face.

Katsuki was known for being a bit abrasive and short-tempered. He was also known as an excellent fighter, so when you landed a punch on his face, he could feel the power behind it. Even though his nose was bleeding and the pain was still fresh, Katsuki couldn't help but be slightly impressed.

But Katsuki was furious, the blood streaming down his face in red rivulets. He couldn't believe that you, of all people, had caught him off-guard like that. The punch had been hard, and it had landed squarely on his nose, breaking it. He winced in pain, but even that couldn't dim the anger burning within him.

Katsuki was used to taking the lead, to being in control. And yet, he had to admit, he was quite impressed with your punch. Sure, it was painful, and his face was now streaming with blood, but he had to give you credit for the strength you've shown.

He quickly recovered, his jaw clenching as he glared daggers at you. "You punched me in your sleep? Really?"

He was annoyed. Annoyed that you had been sleeping instead of getting ready for dinner. Annoyed that he had to resort to physical measures to wake you up.