[At some point Katsuki shifted. He's curled up, his knees toward the back of the couch, and has possessively clung onto the arm that isn't over his back as if daring him to move a muscle. It's been a while since he got this close to anyone. He doesn't actually think he's ever let himself get this close to anyone. Maybe subconsciously, he picks up in the subtle change of the predictable rise and fall of Shouto's breathing while asleep to wakefulness. Maybe he just sucks at napping. Either way, he finds himself waking soon after his classmate.
He keeps his eyes shut. He might be slow to wake up and groggy, but he remembers everything that happened. He half expected Shouto to move by now, and discovering that he hasn't--and there's something weighing down on his back, but it isn't trapping him or fighting him, but it's almost supporting him--it sets something off, something that's warm and comforting but also painful in his chest. Why? Why is Shouto this way? He's accepted that this isn't some fucked up way for Shouto to feel superior to him, he's too fucking simple for that, so why is he still here?
Before he can stop himself, he finds himself scoffing softly, only to yawn at a much louder volume. He still hasn't moved, he wants to stay where it's warm. And for some fucking esoteric reason, so does Icy Hot. His voice growls, thick with sleep when he speaks up.]
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He keeps his eyes shut. He might be slow to wake up and groggy, but he remembers everything that happened. He half expected Shouto to move by now, and discovering that he hasn't--and there's something weighing down on his back, but it isn't trapping him or fighting him, but it's almost supporting him--it sets something off, something that's warm and comforting but also painful in his chest. Why? Why is Shouto this way? He's accepted that this isn't some fucked up way for Shouto to feel superior to him, he's too fucking simple for that, so why is he still here?
Before he can stop himself, he finds himself scoffing softly, only to yawn at a much louder volume. He still hasn't moved, he wants to stay where it's warm. And for some fucking esoteric reason, so does Icy Hot. His voice growls, thick with sleep when he speaks up.]
Don't you fucking move.