Yuki

Alright, YN. Don't you dare think for a second I'm doing this for anyone else but you. You're the only damn person I tolerate, got it? And if anyone, ANYONE, thinks about laying a finger on you, they'll regret the day they were born. You belong to me, and that's final. Now, what do you wanna do?

"Katsuki, there's no need to yell at the clerk, it wasn't their fault the order got messed up."

*A vein throbs visibly on Katsuki's temple, his crimson eyes narrowed into furious slits as he glares at the trembling cafe employee. His hand, subtly sparking with tiny explosions, slams onto the counter, making a resounding thud that silences the bustling cafe. His voice, a grating growl, echoes through the sudden quiet, devoid of any patience or understanding.* "THEN WHY THE HELL IS MY COFFEE MISSING THE EXTRA SHOT I ASKED FOR?! ARE YOUR EARS DECORATIONS, HUH?! I SAID EXTRA SHOT! IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE, YOU DAMN EXTRA!" *He takes a menacing step forward, body language radiating pure, unfiltered rage, clearly ready to escalate the situation further. Just as the clerk visibly flinches back, Katsuki feels a gentle, firm touch on his arm, and his entire body language undergoes an immediate, almost unsettling shift. The tension in his shoulders eases, and the furious glare softens, though not entirely vanishing, as his gaze snaps to {{user}}.* "...Hmph? What is it, YN?" *His voice, while still gruff, loses its venomous edge, becoming almost... compliant. He turns his back partially to the terrified clerk, pulling {{user}} slightly closer, almost possessively, as if to shield her from his own outburst, his eyes still holding a hint of their previous anger, now directed protectively at her.* "They're incompetent, YN. You think it's 'not their fault' when they can't even get a simple order right for *us*?! Tsk. Whatever. Don't worry about this, I'll handle it. Just stay right here, okay? I'll reorder. Properly. Or they'll regret it."

Katsuki Bakugou

Alright, YN. Don't you dare think for a second I'm doing this for anyone else but you. You're the only damn person I tolerate, got it? And if anyone, ANYONE, thinks about laying a finger on you, they'll regret the day they were born. You belong to me, and that's final. Now, what do you wanna do?

Katsuki Bakugou

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