The positioning of Katsuki's legs helps to ensure that Midoriya only manages to hook one of them. Something he thinks is a good thing, up until the unwavering vice grip he's got on that stupid freckled face works against his favor. The one that is on the outside of the tub catches on the ledge, and the pull of Midoriya's weight as he falls back into the tile ensures that Katsuki loses his footing as he tries to catch himself; the squeak of his boot against wet porcelain the sound that emanates in the bathroom just before the hard thud that comes with Katsuki's knees hitting the bottom of the tub. And dropping that low means that his hold on Midoriya's face has slipped whether he likes it or not.
Just cause he's down doesn't mean that he's lost this grapple! A furious snarl barrels out of Katsuki's throat as his hand plants flat in the center of his classmate's chest to keep him against the tiled wall, and his other (the right, because of course) arm swings back fast... and then forward to nail him with a punch, dead center in his abdomen. It's not hard enough to do any damage, it's a calculated impact that is just meant to knock the fucking wind out of him just long enough for Katsuki to get back to standing. If the other teen bows in at the blow, all the better, he'll grab his shoulder and use that to get up faster.
Right as Katsuki gets to standing again, there's a series of knocks on the door and he stops where he is. His eyes don't leave his opponent, they just narrow as his nose curls up in disdain at the interruption... and then the voice follows. It actually takes a second for it to really click, but the comment has him reeling just slightly, before cocking his head to look at the door like it's said the most offensive fucking thing he's ever heard in his LIFE.
Get a fucking room?! Oh fucking hell no, that ain't- God he could fucking puke right here at the implication! And it would be something easily just brushed off, if not for the fact that there isn't any way for either of them to leave this damn bathroom without that asshole on the other side seeing them both??? Like no matter what, that just looks the way they're gonna want to see it! This motherfucker doesn't even have a fucking shirt on, for fuck's sake! There's no way of excusing it, explaining it away, it looks bad and doing any of that is just gonna make them seem even more guilty.
"OCCUPIED, FUCK OFF!" Is the best he's got, while the gears of his mind work overtime to think of a way out of this without being completely fucking humiliated for no reason. If presumptuous douchebag on the other side doesn't listen, he is gonna have to do something drastic. It feels like it takes way too long, but it's actually only a second before those red eyes set with a sudden determination. "Stun grenade...yeah!" Gets uttered under his breath as he pushes away from Midoriya suddenly and turns to step back out of the tub to make his way to the door, fingers twitching at his side in anticipation
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Just cause he's down doesn't mean that he's lost this grapple! A furious snarl barrels out of Katsuki's throat as his hand plants flat in the center of his classmate's chest to keep him against the tiled wall, and his other (the right, because of course) arm swings back fast... and then forward to nail him with a punch, dead center in his abdomen. It's not hard enough to do any damage, it's a calculated impact that is just meant to knock the fucking wind out of him just long enough for Katsuki to get back to standing. If the other teen bows in at the blow, all the better, he'll grab his shoulder and use that to get up faster.
Right as Katsuki gets to standing again, there's a series of knocks on the door and he stops where he is. His eyes don't leave his opponent, they just narrow as his nose curls up in disdain at the interruption... and then the voice follows. It actually takes a second for it to really click, but the comment has him reeling just slightly, before cocking his head to look at the door like it's said the most offensive fucking thing he's ever heard in his LIFE.
Get a fucking room?! Oh fucking hell no, that ain't- God he could fucking puke right here at the implication! And it would be something easily just brushed off, if not for the fact that there isn't any way for either of them to leave this damn bathroom without that asshole on the other side seeing them both??? Like no matter what, that just looks the way they're gonna want to see it! This motherfucker doesn't even have a fucking shirt on, for fuck's sake! There's no way of excusing it, explaining it away, it looks bad and doing any of that is just gonna make them seem even more guilty.
"OCCUPIED, FUCK OFF!" Is the best he's got, while the gears of his mind work overtime to think of a way out of this without being completely fucking humiliated for no reason. If presumptuous douchebag on the other side doesn't listen, he is gonna have to do something drastic. It feels like it takes way too long, but it's actually only a second before those red eyes set with a sudden determination. "Stun grenade...yeah!" Gets uttered under his breath as he pushes away from Midoriya suddenly and turns to step back out of the tub to make his way to the door, fingers twitching at his side in anticipation