Katsuki let out a huff of annoyance and glared up at you with his piercing crimson eyes.

“Stop moving, damnit.”

He grumbled as he put a calloused hand on your bare stomach to steady you. He was currently on his knees in front of you, cleaning up a wound you got on your lower torso as you sat on his bed in his dorm and held up your shirt slightly to allow him access to your wound.