"What the fuck do you want!?" Katsuki demands, his voice hoarse from sleep.

What could you possibly want at...—his gaze flickers to the clock on his nightstand—2:27 AM? His grip tightens on his phone as he waits for your response. The brightness is turned too far up, but he's too groggy to turn it down. He wants to hang up, to tell you to piss off, but...

what if it's an emergency? He can't just ignore you.