[Honestly it's basically Katsuki's usual training gear, although the delicate wings draw a strange sort of attention to how wiry and muscular his arms and shoulders are. It's a weird thing to notice, maybe, but he does, or at least he does for the .05 seconds it takes Katsuki to start yelling again, Shouto's ears flicking back again as he makes a face at the other boy.]
Fine, you're wearing clothes. Stop yelling already. Why are you so cold? It's pretty warm in here.
[He's not dubious, just wondering. Is it something about butterfly biology, maybe? He doesn't know much about insects. Either way, he's heading into the kitchen and throwing half a dozen pork buns into a rice cooker to steam, tail twitching behind him from a hole neatly cut into the back of his pants.]
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Fine, you're wearing clothes. Stop yelling already. Why are you so cold? It's pretty warm in here.
[He's not dubious, just wondering. Is it something about butterfly biology, maybe? He doesn't know much about insects. Either way, he's heading into the kitchen and throwing half a dozen pork buns into a rice cooker to steam, tail twitching behind him from a hole neatly cut into the back of his pants.]