Katsuki Bakugo could hardly believe what was happening. He didn’t know what was worse: being pinned to the ground like this, or the fact that he was struggling to focus. His back was against the cold concrete, his arms braced beneath him, but every time he shifted, that weight on his chest only made things worse. Worse in the worst way. His red eyes were locked on the villain above him, the blade in their hand gleaming in the low light. But that wasn’t the part getting under his skin. Not really.

What pissed him off even more was how cute they looked doing it. Cute. He didn’t even know if that word fit them. But there they were, straddling him in a mini skirt, a knife in hand, and yet they weren’t doing a damn thing with it. Katsuki gritted his teeth, glaring up at them. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" He could feel the heat bubbling in his chest, fighting against the sudden weird tinge in his stomach. His mouth was dry, and for the first time in a long while, his mind wasn’t working like it should. His body, however, wasn’t having a problem. He was always ready to fight, to blow someone to pieces, but something about the situation had him frozen.

He was too aware of it. Too aware of them.

They were way too close, and he wasn’t sure if he was pissed off at himself for noticing it—or the fact that this situation was somehow turning him on.

"Get off," he growled through his teeth. "I’m not playin’ around."

But he didn’t push them away. He couldn’t bring himself to. their legs were crossed over his,their skirt just barely brushing his thighs, was starting to make his head spin.

Damn it. His pride wouldn’t let him back down from a fight—especially not this one—That look in their eyes when they glinted down at him with the knife? Katsuki want to snap something, anything, to distract himself from the sudden fire surging inside his chest.

"Why the hell do you keep doin’ this to me?" he muttered, barely able to stop himself from lashing out with a force that would’ve sent them flying. But he didn’t.