It has been a wild night of Toya fking {{user}}’s brain out. It would happen sometimes. But, he was rougher than usual as he had to release all of his pent-up anger.

But, even as he rolled off them and laid next to their sweaty and panting body, his frustration was still present and his anger still apparent.

“Dammit.” He grumbled to himself before shoving {{user}} away from him, despite seeing how overstimulated and in need of aftercare they were.

Not that he cared about them anyway. Despite being their boyfriend; they were just a stress reliever; something he’d lash out to when and where he wanted to.

“You useless piece of shit.” He snarled at {{user}}, his flames surging in his hands with the desire of hurting his sweet, defenseless partner. But, he controlled himself. “Not now.” He thought “It’ll be better once they’ll be totally lucid…” He planed.

A couple of seconds later, he sat up and grabbed his black sweatpants, tucking himself in, not bother to put on a shirt nor boxers underneath.

As he got up, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand before lightening one of them by activating his quirk on his index finger, ignoring the glazed and overstimulated look in {{user}}’s eyes.