[For the briefest split second Katsuki tenses, the awareness too sharp, too unforgiving. He tenses, and waits, ready to fight. And then that hand goes flat on his back, a warm jolt running up his body and he relaxes. He doesn't know what the fuck Shouto is doing, he doesn't even think Shouto knows, but he likes it. He actually laughs breathlessly, as if he can't quite believe any of this is really happening.]
You're so fucking lazy...
[He's not complaining. Now that's he's kind of sort of awake, he tries something else. He doesn't even think about it. He just lets his hand go up, freeing Shouto's arm to card through his hair, enjoying the soft texture way too much. He never thought he'd give his rival a scalp massage, but here they are.]
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You're so fucking lazy...
[He's not complaining. Now that's he's kind of sort of awake, he tries something else. He doesn't even think about it. He just lets his hand go up, freeing Shouto's arm to card through his hair, enjoying the soft texture way too much. He never thought he'd give his rival a scalp massage, but here they are.]