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"ow, ow, FUCKING OW!" katsuki yelled from the bathroom. you sighed, getting up and walking towards the bathroom, revealing katsuki analyzing his mouth in the mirror.
"it's hurting again? after 6 minutes?" you ask, shaking your head. it was currently 2am and you were up, comforting him from his pain. "I DONT FUCKING KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH THIS TOOTH!" he yelled once again.
"i know it hurts, but stop yelling. your gonna get it taken out tomorrow." you say, putting another bag of ice on his jaw. "i hate the dentist." he mumbled.
"why? they gonna make your mouth feel better." you ask. "pfft, you can make my mouth feel better," he said with a smirk. you smiled, kissing the other side of his cheek. "but seriously, why you don't like the dentist?"
"because, they sticking fucking sharp ass tools in my mouth, poking all around. they might poke me to hard and i go crazy." he explained. "that rarely happens. and when it happens, you can bring it up to the people and they handle the situation. but for what's happening tomorrow, your gonna be on medication that makes you fall asleep." you responded.
"that's even worse." he said, angrily pouting. "it's okay. your mom set up the appointment and wanted me to go with you. she's gonna be busy. so, your gonna be fine." you say, turning off the bathroom light and grabbing katsukis hand to lay back down.
"so, how do you feel now?" you ask, getting under the covers. "okay i guess. it still hurts." he replied, sliding under the covers as well but sitting back onto the pillows.
