[Except it is. They were fighting in front of his house after all. Katsuki glances down at the blood on his hand. It's bleeding freely, probably enough to need stitches or something like that.
He brings it to his face and licks the wound like some sort of animal. Then after a few seconds pauses in horror at what he'd unconsciously done and drops his hand to his side, shaking a little from the adrenaline still under the surface.]
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[Except it is. They were fighting in front of his house after all. Katsuki glances down at the blood on his hand. It's bleeding freely, probably enough to need stitches or something like that.
He brings it to his face and licks the wound like some sort of animal. Then after a few seconds pauses in horror at what he'd unconsciously done and drops his hand to his side, shaking a little from the adrenaline still under the surface.]
...We're done fighting.