[This chick is grating... She's like an old woman who wants to talk to him on the metro despite his obvious look of "do not" and the fact he has earbuds in, blaring some form of loud music. It's...infuriating, and Katsuki's eyes instinctively snap up to where there would normally be a digital display of stops, just on any train car in Japan. Alas, nothing...or nothing he can recognize. He doesn't even know what stop is the one they need, or where they're headed. So, after shutting his eyes and massaging the space between...Katsuki just groans.
This is going to be the longest fucking train ride in his entire motherfucking life. At the very least it distracts from his rage at...everything else. A target of stupidity is far less than the grim feelings and thoughts he was having before.]
I don't like being touched. [Or just people in his immediate space, if he can help it. It's rare he allows even those closest to him to be handsy more than maybe a few times - Katsuki is very much a "you may pet me...ONCE" type of animal.]
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This is going to be the longest fucking train ride in his entire motherfucking life. At the very least it distracts from his rage at...everything else. A target of stupidity is far less than the grim feelings and thoughts he was having before.]
I don't like being touched. [Or just people in his immediate space, if he can help it. It's rare he allows even those closest to him to be handsy more than maybe a few times - Katsuki is very much a "you may pet me...ONCE" type of animal.]