[Shouto doesn't seem to notice when Katsuki forgets how to breathe, instead just sleepily murmuring an answer as Katsuki nuzzles further into his neck, shifting slightly to accommodate him better. He should be close.]
Being warm's better. Like this.
[He might be more than a little oblivious, and far too literal, but it's Shouto's turn to hold his breath as Katsuki takes his hand. It's not the first time, sure, but it's the first time he's done it willingly, and it's....weirdly nice. All of this is weirdly nice. He'd think with all the explosions Katsuki's hands would be rough, but they're not. They're surprisingly soft. Soft, and cool to the touch. Maybe it's the glycerin in the nitroglycerin. He's not really thinking hard about that, though. It's really just...this is nice. The feeling of Katsuki's breath against the side of his neck, the feeling of a hand in his as he laces their fingers together, the feeling of another heartbeat close to his. It isn't even just the moonlacing. It's just... it's comfortable. He's comfortable.]
Fine. I won't. As long as we can stay like this a while.
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Being warm's better. Like this.
[He might be more than a little oblivious, and far too literal, but it's Shouto's turn to hold his breath as Katsuki takes his hand. It's not the first time, sure, but it's the first time he's done it willingly, and it's....weirdly nice. All of this is weirdly nice. He'd think with all the explosions Katsuki's hands would be rough, but they're not. They're surprisingly soft. Soft, and cool to the touch. Maybe it's the glycerin in the nitroglycerin. He's not really thinking hard about that, though. It's really just...this is nice. The feeling of Katsuki's breath against the side of his neck, the feeling of a hand in his as he laces their fingers together, the feeling of another heartbeat close to his. It isn't even just the moonlacing. It's just... it's comfortable. He's comfortable.]
Fine. I won't. As long as we can stay like this a while.
[He doesn't want to move, either.]