[You know, this 'nothing is fine' thing was actually just fine, in hindsight. It was. He was somehow managing to maintain at least a shred of composure. Gritting and bearing it. Katsuki even managed to not make it seem like he might be feeling differently, by letting her latch on to him. Because that was normal for them, at this point. Ochako was a touchy-feely type, and while he really wasn't, he'd gotten used to it after a while.
This, though?
This is not fucking fine.
He honestly, hand to the damn gods, can not believe that she just said that. It would be eye opening, to how close and comfortable they HAVE gotten in their time here, if he weren't very carefully measuring his steps, focusing on not stopping in his damn tracks. She's never been one to hold back, at least not with him, but this is on a whole other damn level. What happened to the girl that blushed like a fucking idiot when they floated together up onto that roof?! He would much prefer HER right now, to this lewd fucking VILLAIN that's taken over his best friend. Y'know. The best friend that he is trying- and failing, more often than he would care to admit, not to think about like that.
It's an effort that is in vain. Stopping himself from stopping, from reacting in a way that might give away how he feels, or at the very least makes him look like some kind of ridiculous prude. He's not. There are eight million lewd things he could level her way in return, if only he weren't trying to avoid the truth like the damn plague! It's for their own good, that he doesn't bring attention to it, and she IS NOT HELPING HIM AT ALL! Fuck her!
Th sound that Ochako makes after has fire rushing to his cheeks, prompting him coming to a dead stop. His face slowly twists, from pure shock into a boiling anger that only increases in intensity with each second. This time, Katsuki's wrath comes in the form of a sharp, hard elbow nailing Ochako in the side, with purpose.]
I SAID SHUT UP!!
[He's not done. His free hand comes up, since he doesn't actually shake her off of him even in the aftermath of the blow to her ribcage, palm crackling with the threat he issues when twists and leans in real close. Teeth bared in his usual super pissed off way, like he might rip her throat out.]
You like dying as much as you like dick, Cheeks? Cause that sounds like a damn good time right now!
what a charmer
This, though?
This is not fucking fine.
He honestly, hand to the damn gods, can not believe that she just said that. It would be eye opening, to how close and comfortable they HAVE gotten in their time here, if he weren't very carefully measuring his steps, focusing on not stopping in his damn tracks. She's never been one to hold back, at least not with him, but this is on a whole other damn level. What happened to the girl that blushed like a fucking idiot when they floated together up onto that roof?! He would much prefer HER right now, to this lewd fucking VILLAIN that's taken over his best friend. Y'know. The best friend that he is trying- and failing, more often than he would care to admit, not to think about like that.
It's an effort that is in vain. Stopping himself from stopping, from reacting in a way that might give away how he feels, or at the very least makes him look like some kind of ridiculous prude. He's not. There are eight million lewd things he could level her way in return, if only he weren't trying to avoid the truth like the damn plague! It's for their own good, that he doesn't bring attention to it, and she IS NOT HELPING HIM AT ALL! Fuck her!
Th sound that Ochako makes after has fire rushing to his cheeks, prompting him coming to a dead stop. His face slowly twists, from pure shock into a boiling anger that only increases in intensity with each second. This time, Katsuki's wrath comes in the form of a sharp, hard elbow nailing Ochako in the side, with purpose.]
I SAID SHUT UP!!
[He's not done. His free hand comes up, since he doesn't actually shake her off of him even in the aftermath of the blow to her ribcage, palm crackling with the threat he issues when twists and leans in real close. Teeth bared in his usual super pissed off way, like he might rip her throat out.]
You like dying as much as you like dick, Cheeks? Cause that sounds like a damn good time right now!