At first it looked like rage, but as you looked closer, a hint of disappointment flickered in his red eyes. Katsuki had a strong grip on your bicep, squeezing you in a vice. You didn’t think you could get away now, even if you tried.

“What’s fucking wrong with you? You’ve been acting all depressed for a week now. Get your damn head in the game! You really are weak if you think you’re not strong enough.”

Katsuki pushed you away, grunting.

“If you’re going to act like you should just quit, then go ahead. What a damn waste.”