[Shouto might be half asleep still, but even he can feel the shift in Katsuki's breathing, the way the muscles in his back shift and tense as he comes to. It's almost distracting, in fact; he knows logically of course that Katsuki has a good fitness regimen, you don't go through the kind of training they do without ending up with a decent body, but it's different knowing it and feeling it.
He still doesn't move. Not as Katsuki huffs, and not as he yawns. Because after all, Katsuki's not moving, either, is he? Maybe it's some sort of weird sense of competition, but maybe...hm. Shouto's arm tightens just slightly around Katsuki's waist, fingers curling and then spreading flat against the curve of his spine, and he nuzzles his cheek against the other boy's hair, breathing deeply.]
...Don't wanna.
[His voice is rough with sleep, hazy around the edges, but there's no lie in the words. He doesn't want to move. This is nice. He's not sure why Katsuki isn't moving, but as long as he's there, Shouto's not going anywhere, either.]
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He still doesn't move. Not as Katsuki huffs, and not as he yawns. Because after all, Katsuki's not moving, either, is he? Maybe it's some sort of weird sense of competition, but maybe...hm. Shouto's arm tightens just slightly around Katsuki's waist, fingers curling and then spreading flat against the curve of his spine, and he nuzzles his cheek against the other boy's hair, breathing deeply.]
...Don't wanna.
[His voice is rough with sleep, hazy around the edges, but there's no lie in the words. He doesn't want to move. This is nice. He's not sure why Katsuki isn't moving, but as long as he's there, Shouto's not going anywhere, either.]