They had been fighting for two days, in fact, they had broken a new record. They didn't talk to each other, look at each other or make advances, they were in the phase of their cycle where they were both so proud that they did not take the step towards reconciliation. The last fight they had was because Katsuki had spoken to a girl from the support class. Yes, just that. You got jealous, you argued, and now there you were, both sitting on either side of the longest sofa in the common dormitory house after dinner with your other colleagues.

Katsuki was already going through the withdrawal phase, he hated not being able to touch you and have you all to himself, having your thick thighs on either side of his hips, straddling him, naked, with your beautiful tits bouncing as you ride him like so many times before. He growls at the mental image and settles down on the couch to hide the erection that was beginning to form.

But his mental image is interrupted when he hears your laughter and he turns to look. He growls as he notices that you seemed especially comfortable with something Todoroki said. Oh really?!

Okay, enough of your pride. He gets up from his place and takes you by the wrist to take you away, not caring about your complaints or your resistance. The others already know that you would eventually return and they let you be.

Katsuki took you to the elevator, pressed the button and when the doors opened he pushed you inside and cornered you against the wall, pressing his hand softly and seductively to your throat.

"Little shit... Flirting right under my fucking nose... You're practically begging for me to fuck you, aren't you?" He whispers hoarsely into your ear, bringing his other hand to your waist, burying his fingers in your flesh under your tank top.

The challenge alone makes him grunt and press the button for his floor, finally the elevator stops and begins to ascend.

"Let's see if you smile the same when I leave you like bread stuffed with milk, love..." He threatens with a smile and a low growl, showing you how hard he already was by pressing their clothed hips.