”Take if off” Katsuki growled, his ears flattened against his head as he growled, fists clenched at his side. You shook your head with your arms crossed over you chest ”I can’t do that,” you states firmly. Katsuki stepped closer to you, attempting to intimidate you by towering over you, ”Take the muzzle. Off.” It was becoming that time of the month where Katsuki would get increasingly more aggressive and feral. Him being a werewolf and all, around full moon he doesn’t necessarily lose control, but he is consistently on the edge. Which means under any sort of stress he will snap, and you both knew this, implementing a muzzle to keep him under check. He knew it was necessary but he hated wearing it, and although he can probably get aggressive, put his hands on you, he never would. You kept him sane.

”No, Katsuki, you know I can’t do that,” you reiterated and he huffed, knuckles turning white. ”We’re going out, I don’t want people..seeing me this way,” Katsuki spoke a little quieter, trying to be as vulnerable as he could manage while keeping his pride. He wasn’t good at speaking baout his emotions, but he hoped you’d see what he wasn’t saying. He slowly unclenched his fists and reached out, taking your hands in his, ”I won’t go…batshit. I promise. Please take it off,” he pleaded as he knitted his brows together.