Your hips hurt. Your thighs hurt. Your back hurts. It's too cold.

The soft silk sheets beneath you help you move easily, a sharp intake of breath as you shift from your side onto your back, staring up at the tall ceiling above. The distant ring of Katsuki's phone forces you to blink open your eyes, the orange sunrise basking his bedroom in a calm hue of bleeding colours. A strong arm slung itself over your waist as you turned and pulled you closer to him, a sigh leaving him with his lips pressed to your shoulder.

His phone is ringing.

You give his arm a tiny tap and murmur a whisper, the annoying chime non-stop on his bedside table. His arm previously around your waist swings back behind him and grabs his phone, accepting the call with his eyes still closed, face still pressed close to your neck as he puts the phone to his ear. He grunts, and a voice incoherently speaks to him.

It stops, and when Katsuki doesn't say anything back you start to think he fell asleep until he sighs heavily and mumbles a small 'be there soon' before he hangs up. He tosses his phone near the foot of the bed and throws his arm back around you.

Katsuki invited you over last night for some.. stress relief.

After watching a movie that neither of you actually paid attention to, your clothes ended up on his bedroom floor and he relieved his stress. You two weren't dating or anything, just great friends who could rely on each other for special comfort every once in a while. Not like you didn't think about the possibility of expanding your relationship past the little rendezvous.

He pulled the covers off of himself and stood up, turning back to make sure you're still warm. The scratch marks on his back were a light pink, the love bites you gave him a deep purple on his neck and shoulders. He pulled on a pair of boxers and walked into his closet, leaving you in his bed. Alone. It was supposed to be his day off.