𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 {𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙙 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧}

corpse dance

(spice time but with an inferiority complex and soft time w stupidity)

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katsu :0, dumbass 💍

thursday - 11:37 am

katsu :0
oi, y/n

dumbass
oh hi katsu :)

katsu :0
where the hell are you?

dumbass
grabbing supplies from the closet
project stuff, remember?

katsu :0
oh yeah
i'm coming there to help
since your dumbass tends to drop everything

dumbass
oh okie
thank u :)

katsu :0
whatever

-

he turned off his phone before looking over at his teacher, who was buried into his sleeping bag and deep asleep. he rolled his eyes, a scoff exiting his lips, and got up, making his way to the door. eijiro raised his brow at his friend, confused. "where are you going?" he asked. "helping that dumb princess carry supplies," katsuki told him, looking back for a second before walking out of the classroom. y/n wasn't katsuki's partner, so why was he helping her, he thought. he wasn't gonna do anything to dearest y/n, right?

katsuki turned a corner, shoving his hands in his baggy pant pockets and softening his look once he saw the closet door open. he was only a few feet away from the h/c haired girl, but he couldn't get himself to walk to her just yet. he wanted to look at her.

her h/l hair was a bit messy, areas of locks out of place, and her cheeks seemed a shade redder than they usually were. her collar was popped to cover most of her neck, which confused him. she usually had the collar relaxed onto her shoulders. her e/c eyes were more bright and a soft smile rested on her plump lips. one box rested by her legs and her body rose slightly as she got on her toes.

"the hell are you smiling for, bitch?" he asked as he continued to walk to her. she looked at the boy, her smile remaining. "it's nothing," she told him, reaching up for a high up box. her smile dropped as she rested her feet to the ground. he rolled his eyes and reached up for the heavy box, holding it in his large hands.

she thanked him softly before bending down to grab the box by her feet. her skirt lifted up to show her dark f/c garment. his garnet red eyes immediately gazed at her ass, making his face as red as kirishima's dyed hair. he could feel his pants become a bit more tight against his erecting cock. 'damnit,' he thought. katsuki looked side to side to make sure nobody was there. he had the chance, and he was sure as hell gonna take it. he set down the box in the ground and reached a hand to the girl's body.

her soft s/c hands barely grazed the cardboard before she felt a hand on her shirt's collar. a squeak escaped her lips as he pulled her into the closet. a rush of confusion hit her along with a pain in her back. a high pitched grunt of pain escaped there throat. 'what the hell?' she asked herself.

he slammed the door behind them, making little y/n flinch from the sudden noise. his hand hit the cold concrete next to her head and pinned her to the wall. she gulped as she looked up at him. "is something wrong?" she asked, concern filling her along with her original confusion. a small heat rushed to her soft cheeks, accompanied by her faded freckles.