[It's less an answer than it is a rumble of sound, half disagreement and half dismissal. So what if he's lazy right now? He puts a hell of a lot of effort into things most of the time, trains with Grimm and with Angela, with Xichen and with Katsuki himself. With Izuku, or he used to before that got weird. He's allowed to be lazy. Just for a day or so.]
You're here, too, you know.
[That is not at all a complaint. In fact, his voice as he says it actually seems pretty pleased about that fact. It's nice, having someone this close. And sure, if he were thinking about it harder, maybe it would be weird that that someone is Katsuki, but maybe it wouldn't be. After all, there's a kind of mutual trust between them, bickering and all. He trusts Katsuki. And Katsuki must trust him, or he wouldn't be here.
Still, trusting, even liking being around his classmates isn't enough to prepare him for what follows--the feeling of fingers carding through his hair, surprisingly gentle despite the unpracticed gesture. It feels nice. Really nice, nice enough that Shouto tilts his head into that touch, hand sliding a little further up Katsuki's back with another one of those quiet, almost satisfied sighs.]
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[It's less an answer than it is a rumble of sound, half disagreement and half dismissal. So what if he's lazy right now? He puts a hell of a lot of effort into things most of the time, trains with Grimm and with Angela, with Xichen and with Katsuki himself. With Izuku, or he used to before that got weird. He's allowed to be lazy. Just for a day or so.]
You're here, too, you know.
[That is not at all a complaint. In fact, his voice as he says it actually seems pretty pleased about that fact. It's nice, having someone this close. And sure, if he were thinking about it harder, maybe it would be weird that that someone is Katsuki, but maybe it wouldn't be. After all, there's a kind of mutual trust between them, bickering and all. He trusts Katsuki. And Katsuki must trust him, or he wouldn't be here.
Still, trusting, even liking being around his classmates isn't enough to prepare him for what follows--the feeling of fingers carding through his hair, surprisingly gentle despite the unpracticed gesture. It feels nice. Really nice, nice enough that Shouto tilts his head into that touch, hand sliding a little further up Katsuki's back with another one of those quiet, almost satisfied sighs.]
... Don't stop.