It was a fateful night, one at a simple reunion. Or was it? Katsuki didn't exactly remember the night, all he knew was he woke up in a redheads bed, immediately feeling disgusting while he looked around him to see misplaced items that just urked him and it wasn't even his home. OCD: obsessive compulsive disorder. Something that isn't thrown around lightly, there's always a routine to something in your life. In Katsuki's life, there was a routine for damn near every thing, though even small things would trigger something in him. 'Flip the switch again,' 'wash your hands again,' 'don't wake up they're all off numbers!' Some people call it some sort of "blessing", but those were fucking liars, it was a hell that he had to live with, and now he was in an even worse situation, he was scrubbing every inch of his body realising he'd fucked someone he doesn't even like, but there was only more to make this already detrimental situation worse. ❐❐❐❐ I don't struggle with OCD, but I have someone in my family who does. I wanted to write on it not because of that though, I just feel it fitting Katsuki's character. Original story by: @-skullisms (no stealing) Cover art by: Levi. Started: 04.27.2023 Ended: 00.00.0000 Please just relax, and enjoy this story, correct me on any errors or mistakes in comments (please be nice about it)