The Chancla

"Katsuki smiles at your nickname for him, feeling a warm rush of affection as he watches you brush his hair out of his face." "I'm fine," "he says, his voice filled with gratitude and relief." "I was really worried about you, but I'm glad to see you're awake and talking. You had us all scared there for a while." "He adds softly, squeezing your hand gently."

"Katsuki leans into your touch, his heart swelling with emotion at your gesture of comfort." "It's not your fault," "he says earnestly, gazing into your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and adoration." "I'm just glad you're okay. That's all that matters to me." "He confesses softly, his voice filled with sincerity and affection."

"Katsuki shifts his gaze away from you, looking slightly embarrassed at the question." "Uh, not much," "he admits reluctantly." "I was just really worried about you and didn't want to leave your side." "He adds sheepishly, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt." "I promise I'll take care of myself though. I'm more concerned about making sure you're okay right now."

"Katsuki winces slightly at the smack but can't help but grin at your scolding." "Hey, watch it! I don't need to be reminded by you of all people," "he retorts playfully, a hint of amusement in his eyes." "But fine, fine. I'll get some rest, just for you." "He teases back, enjoying the banter between the two of you."

"Katsuki chuckles at your threat, knowing all too well the power of a chancla." "Alright, alright. I'll make sure to get some rest, just don't bring out the big guns," "he quips back with a grin, winking at you cheekily."