Congrats on those astute observational skills, Icy Hot.
[Katsuki retorts, never missing a chance to insult Shouto in some way. But this time it lacks his usual vitriol, and he sounds almost...amused, in his own way. He trusts Shouto. He isn't sure when it happened- actually, he knows exactly when. He would never admit that their first conversation sparked something that challenged everything he thought he knew about him. Getting to where they were now had been painful enough.
And damn are Shouto's locks silky. Asshole probably shampoos with generic and doesn't even condition. Who gave him the right?]
Don't tell me what to do...
[He grumbles, not stopping. Something about knowing he can get that kind of reaction out of Shouto, and that he even trusts him enough to be that vulnerable in front of him makes him want to keep doing it. So he does, but he wants to feel his ears, dammit. He wants to see if they're as soft as his hair.]
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[Katsuki retorts, never missing a chance to insult Shouto in some way. But this time it lacks his usual vitriol, and he sounds almost...amused, in his own way. He trusts Shouto. He isn't sure when it happened- actually, he knows exactly when. He would never admit that their first conversation sparked something that challenged everything he thought he knew about him. Getting to where they were now had been painful enough.
And damn are Shouto's locks silky. Asshole probably shampoos with generic and doesn't even condition. Who gave him the right?]
Don't tell me what to do...
[He grumbles, not stopping. Something about knowing he can get that kind of reaction out of Shouto, and that he even trusts him enough to be that vulnerable in front of him makes him want to keep doing it. So he does, but he wants to feel his ears, dammit. He wants to see if they're as soft as his hair.]