[Katsuki rolls his eyes. Shouto says it so bluntly, with such sincerity, that there's no way he thinks that he's lying. It's exactly the kind of stupid remark he would make. He doesn't know why it makes that warm feeling in his chest swell.]

Food's right there, asshole.

[He's so warm. So much that he doesn't mind the way he buries his face in his neck, practically touching his throat, close enough to tear it open if he wanted-

His stomach drops when Shouto moves away, the skin on his neck oddly chilled. Why'd he move away? In irritation, and something else, Katsuki moves his hands down Shouto's back, enjoying the muscles he's worked to built, until they rest above his tail.]

Fuck yeah. It's better than that artificial shit they sell... You ever hike before? Because you wanted to, not because you were forced to.